Julian’s POV
I knew my uncle was laying the guilt on thick to have the greatest effect on me. They all wanted their Olivia impersonator, and I was the one being difficult. It made sense that they would try to pull out all the stops.
I couldn’t even be angry. Mom was important to all of them, as she was to me. And it was easier for them to push for this Olivia angle, when they weren’t the ones who had been threatened and attacked by the woman.
If they had, I suspected things would be different.
Instead, I tuned them out again. Standing, I decided to go down to the cafeteria to get some coffee. As the cafeteria was in the opposite direction as the exit, no one tried to stop me this time.
As I walked, I kept flexing and releasing my hands. Even on my medicine, the anxiety I felt about ev
