Ophelia's pov Later that evening, after I had tucked Ryan into bed, I found her sitting on the balcony, staring out at the stars. The cool night breeze ruffled her hair, and for a moment, she looked peaceful, almost like the Olivia I remembered from years ago. “ Do you mind if I join you?” I asked, stepping out onto the balcony. She glanced at me and smiled faintly. “Of course not.” I sat down beside her, my hands fidgeting in my lap. The words I wanted to say felt heavy on my tongue, I didn't know how to begin. “Olivia, there is something you should know” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. She turned to me, her brow furrowing in concern. “What is it? I hope it isn't another bombshell on me. I am getting exhausted with taking information in” “It is about your life before the incident,” I said, taking a deep breath. “There is something you don’t know.” Her confusion deepened, and I could see the gears turning in her head. “What do you mean?” I hesitated, my hand
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