Olivia
I threw myself down onto my pillow to muffle my sobs. The funeral guests still milled about below me on the first floor of the villa, but I just couldn’t stay down there for any longer. I had to get away. I had to be alone, at least for a little while.
As I laid there, the anger I felt toward Dan only compounded. I knew that it was misplaced—of course it wasn’t really his fault that my baby had died—but I couldn’t help it. Seeing him in my home, on the day of my infant son’s funeral, with that awful look in his eyes…
It just made me so furious.
I wasn’t alone for long, however, when the soft sound of the door creaking open caught my attention. A moment later, I felt the bed compress beside me. A familiar scent overwhelmed me—Nathan. I didn’t even need to lift my head
