The hallway outside Olivia Rodger’s apartment smelled faintly of stale carpet and something being fried in a neighboring unit. Abby shifted her weight from foot to foot while Lucas stood beside her, shoulders squared, expression unreadable.
She knocked.
Footsteps sounded almost immediately on the other side of the door. The peephole darkened.
“No,” Olivia said sharply through the door. “Absolutely not.”
“Olivia,” Abby said quickly, stepping closer. “Please. We just want to talk.”
The door cracked open just enough for Olivia’s face to appear. Her eyes flicked to Lucas and hardened. “I said no.”
“I told you yesterday,” Olivia continued, her voice trembling with restrained fury. “I said what I needed to say. But I’m done. Bringing him here was a mistake.”
Lucas inhaled slowly, clearly
