Olivia
I jolted awake to the sharp sound of knocking at the front door, and almost immediately, I reached for my phone. I felt a wave of panic bubble up inside of me; more reporters? But a glance at the clock revealed it was well past three in the morning—far too late for reporters.
So, who on earth could that be at this ungodly hour?
Throwing on a robe, I quietly crept down the dark hallway, down the stairs and around the corner to the front door. It was then, through the window, that I spotted a familiar silhouette lurking on the porch.
Nathan.
A combination of relief and confusion caused my breath to catch in my throat. I stormed up to the door and flung it open to see Nathan’s face staring back at me, his eyes wide as saucers. “What are you doing he—”
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