Olivia
I kept my arms folded firmly across my chest as Nathan walked past me, a cardboard box in his hands.
“That’s everything, I think,” he said softly, turning to face me. “Listen, Liv, I…”
“I told you not to call me that anymore.”
Nathan blanched at my stern words. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come.
For a moment, we just looked at each other—or rather, through each other. The pain in our eyes was insurmountable, but my pain was outweighed by my anger.
He had already tried and failed to talk to me, and even though the golden light of the sun made his tawny, dirty blond hair look like honey, and even though I wanted to kiss him and tell him to come home, I kept my walls up.
“Okay.” He let out a slow breath through his pursed lips that almos
