Olivia's POV
It had been more than thirty minutes since the masked man left, and the silence in the room had grown so heavy it felt suffocating — thick enough to choke on. Selene sat a few feet away, her knees pulled tightly to her chest, her gaze fixed on the floor. Every so often, she'd glance at me, and I'd glance back, but neither of us spoke. There was nothing left to say that wouldn't sound hollow or useless.
I was lost in my thoughts.
In my guilt.
The triplets… I could almost picture their faces when they found out what I had done — the hurt, the anger, the disbelief. I'd gone behind their backs again, made another reckless choice, and this time, I wasn't sure I'd survive it.
My fingers brushed over the fabric of my pants, feeling for the small knife still tucked beneath it. That was my only backup plan — a thin, cold piece of metal.
Pathetic.
I sighed quietly and looked toward the locked steel door.
Where are they now?
Were they already on their way here?
