#Chapter 177: Holding On to Hope

Back in the apartment, the air seemed lighter after my conversation with Timothy. I couldn't help but smile as I saw Olive as she bounced her legs on the couch. Once she spotted me, she sat up and ran to my side. "I can’t believe Uncle Timothy lives right next to you!" she said, her excitement evident. I suppose they’d never had the chance to be properly introduced until now. Regardless, she seemed to have instantly taken a liking to him. "Can I see him again?" she asked innocently. I hesitated for a moment, struggling to find the right words. "Another time," I replied gently, not wanting to delve into the complexities of Timothy and I’s situation. Olive's gaze returned to the window, her mind seemingly racing with questions. It was a weekday, and the persistent ticking of the antique wall clock reminded me of her obligations. "Shouldn't you be in school?" I inquired. "I've always been homeschooled," Olive admitted. "I do have homework to do later." Homeschooled. I considered t