OLIVIA
The weariness from the day's events settling in, only to be met with the unexpected sight of Ely sitting on my couch. My heart skipped a beat, and I struggled to mask the surprise that washed over me.
"Ely, why are you here? You didn't tell me you were coming," I said, my voice striving for calm even as my emotions churned beneath the surface.
He looked up, his expression a mix of concern and something else – something possessive. "I always used to do this before, Liv! And I can still do it now. Tell me the truth. Why are you avoiding answering me, huh? Who is that man? Why did he drive you home? Is he the reason why you're not answering my text messages? Why did you come home so late? This is not a decent woman's right time of coming home!"
His barrage of questions caught me of
