Chapter 21

Olivia

A raindrop plummeted into the puddle creating waves in the water. Tiny raindrops kissed my neck and face. I made my way to Lane as a breeze started blowing. The direction of the downpour changed with the winds. I found Lane conversing with Monica at the reception. I stopped in the corridor, and peered at them, trying to figure out what they were talking about.

Monica was rummaging through a bunch of files. Probably the ones where she keeps records of the visitors.

I interrupted. "Hey, can I have a word with you?"

I was facing Lane when the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of Monica hurrying the files back into the drawer.

"Yeah?" Lane answered.

I looked at Monica from the corner of my eyes once again. She now sat in her chair, eyes fixed at me, anticipating for me to speak.

"In private," I added.

We walked to the cafeteria. Clouds were still weeping.

"I think you should tell Noah about his wife," I suggested

He squinted.

"What about his wife?" he a