Olivia Westview
After the call with Anthony, I lay back, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
Our conversation had been short, but it was enough to lift the weight that had been pressing down on me all evening. His teasing always had a way of grounding me, pulling me out of my head. For the first time that night, I felt lighter, the tension slowly unraveling as I replayed his jokes in my mind. I chuckled quietly to myself, rolling over and hugging the pillow. The knot in my chest loosened, and before I knew it, sleep finally claimed me.
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The soft glow of morning light streamed through the cracks in my blinds, coaxing me awake. I blinked against the brightness, stretching under the warm covers as I slowly adjusted to the quiet stillness of the room. It was Sunday—no work
