Olivia's POV
The cab pulled up in front of my parents' house just after eleven PM.
I sat in the back seat for a moment, staring at the porch light, the window where my mother's plants sat on the sill, the door I'd walked through a thousand times as a child.
Coming here felt like admitting defeat. Like running home to mommy and daddy because the world had gotten too big and scary.
But I needed answers. And they were the only ones who could give them to me.
"Miss?" the driver said gently. "We're here."
"Right. Sorry." I paid him and climbed out, my legs still a little shaky and hurting.
I walked slowly to the door, mindful of my injury.
I raised my hand to knock, then paused.
What was I even going to say? Hi Mom, hi Dad, remember that fat kid from twenty years ago who I saved from bullies? Well, funny story - he's been my boss this whole time, and also my anonymous stranger, and also the father of my baby, and also the reason I lost all my memories.
