OLIVIA
I wiped my tired eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself after a sleepless night of tears and heartache. It was Saturday, and thankfully, I didn't have any appointments at my tattoo studio. I needed the day to gather my thoughts and try to piece together the mess that had become my emotions.
As I moved around my apartment, preparing some breakfast for myself, the doorbell rang, causing my heart to skip a beat. My first instinct was to fear that it might be Ely again, but I quickly dismissed the thought. He wouldn't dare show his face after what happened last night.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I cautiously approached the door, peering through the peephole to see who was on the other side. To my surprise and relief, it was Cora – my dear friend whom I hadn't seen
