Chapter 110

OLIVIA’S POV My phone buzzed just as I was finishing up organizing the last of the old letters I found in my mother’s drawer. The faint smell of parchment and lavender still lingered, tugging memories from places I wasn’t ready to visit yet. I wiped my hands on my jeans and glanced at the screen. Derek. A small smile tugged at my lips before I even answered. “Olivia,” his voice greeted me, smooth and lazy, like he’d been waiting for me to pick up just to make my name sound important. “Yes, Derek?” There was a pause. Then, a breath. “I have a very serious situation,” he said solemnly. “Life and death, almost.” I sat down on the edge of the bed, already half-laughing. “Let me guess. You ran out of hair gel?” He gasped. “You wound me, woman. But no. Worse.” “Oh no,” I teased. “Did your fangirl club finally find out you actually read poetry in your free time?” He chuckled lowly. “You joke, but I do. And it is sexy.” “You’re stalling.” “I’m building suspense.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t