Olivia's POV
After hanging up with Kira, I felt something shift in me.
I was getting out.
Finally getting out of this mess. Away from Maxwell and his twisted games, away from the constant heartache, away from the confusion that left me spinning every single day.
Alas, all I'd needed was a single push. A push from someone who was in the same situation as me.
I threw myself into the search for Mitchell with renewed energy, walking the streets with her picture, asking every person I encountered if they'd seen her.
"Have you seen this cat?" I asked an elderly kind woman.
She squinted at the photo. "No, dear. Sorry."
"Thank you anyway."
I moved to the next person, then the next, feeling oddly energized despite the repetitive rejections. Maybe it was because I knew this was temporary. That soon, I'd be free.
Free of Maxwell Wellington and everything that came with him.
My mind drifted back to last night, and I felt anger flare hot in my chest.
