#Chapter 175: Sharing A Space

Back at the apartment, I helped Olive get settled in, her small frame looking even smaller in this unfamiliar place. She had been through so much, and I couldn't imagine the trauma she must be carrying. As I made up a little nest for her in the living room for the time being, the weight of responsibility felt even greater. "Welcome to my home, Olive," I said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "Make yourself comfortable." Olive clutched her jacket to her chest. It might have been her only source of comfort in this strange place. "Thank you." I managed a small smile. "You're safe here, Olive. We're going to take good care of you." Just as I was about to show Olive where she could sleep, a knock at the door startled me. I rushed to answer it and found Timothy standing there, his face etched with concern. “Hi, Evie,” he began, and he took his eyes away from me for a moment to peer at Olive. "Is Olive okay?" I nodded, relieved to see a familiar face. "She seems to be fine. I