Olivia’s POVMy father was lying, and I was done pretending I couldn't see it.The journal sat heavy in my hands as I walked down the stairs. The house was too quiet, the kind of quiet that settles after a storm, when everyone is too tired to speak. I could hear Diana in the kitchen, the soft clink of dishes, the low murmur of a radio. Vanessa's door was closed. And somewhere in the silence, I knew my father was hiding.I found him in his study.The room smelled like old paper and dust, the air thick with years of secrets. He was standing by the window, his back to me, his hands clasped behind him. He didn't turn when I entered."I know you're there," he said.I didn't answer. I just closed the door and stood there, watching him.The journal felt like a weight in my hands. My mother's words. Her symbol. The mark on my wrist that still burned faintly, as though it knew I was about to press."You've been avoiding
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