Chapter 65

Alexanders pov

I had found nothing in the files of Cassandra's death. I don't know why I had even bothered; I had read them a million times before and never seen anything that stood out. The evidence, the witness and the logic all made sense.

Sigh! I put down the documents and decided to leave these things behind. Maybe time would give me an answer one day.

I made my way down the grand staircase, and as I got halfway down, Olivia's scent filled my nostrils. I looked up to see her standing by the door, a bag by her side.

"Olivia," I began, taking the last few steps to reach her.

"Alexander," she interrupted, her voice was peaceful and calm. "What are you doing here? "

That was not a good sign, her peaceful expression let me feel she really decided to let her past go. It was obvious that I was the part of the past she gave up.

That stung. I sighed, trying to collect my thoughts, feeling the walls closing in around me. "Olivia, I need to tell you something before I go."

She looked