Olivia
I woke up the next morning with a new sense of determination in my heart.
Throughout the night, I tossed and turned as I tried to brainstorm ways to cheer up Nathan. I eventually came to the conclusion that maybe part of his issue was that, aside from work, he had been spending all of his time at the villa.
Maybe he just needed some time out, in the fresh air, doing something that he enjoyed.
I had noticed a few days after moving into the villa that there was a set of golf clubs in the storage room with Nathan’s name on them.
I never recalled him being too much of a golf fan, but maybe he picked it up over the past ten years that we were apart; and as I loaded them into my car, I felt as though this plan was bulletproof.
Once, when I was in middle school, I
