3 July 2008
Some Scars Never Heal - Part 22
Olivia didn’t say anything until we were safely sequestered in my flat a short time later. She’d let me cry without interfering, without telling me I’d done the right thing, without a word, and I appreciated it. The truth was, I didn’t know what to say, and I think she sensed that.
But her silence didn’t last. She was fuming, and couldn’t keep it to herself any longer.