Olivia's POV
I walked into the apartment looking like someone returning from war - shoes dangling from one hand, hair disheveled, and what was left of my dignity hanging by a thread. In my other hand was a large bag of food I'd instructed the traumatized waitress to pack for me.
As the malnourished, intellectually challenged homeless girl I apparently was, I deserved a sumptuous dinner for all the stress that man put me through today.
I collapsed onto the couch with a groan that came from somewhere deep in my soul.
Kira and Mitchell came running from different directions - Kira from her bedroom, Mitchell from wherever cats mysteriously disappear to during the day.
"Oh my God, Liv!" Kira dropped down beside me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. "What happened? Are you okay?"
"I almost died," I said flatly, staring at the ceiling.
