Olivia's POV
I stared at Kennedy from behind the pillar, unable to process what I was seeing.
Am I dreaming? Is this some sort of joke?
This was totally, and absolutely impossible! Kennedy didn't know Maxwell. Kennedy had never mentioned Maxwell. They ran in completely different circles. They were worlds apart. My brother could not be the long time friend Maxwell had been referring to.
"Maxwell!" Kennedy called out. "Where are you hiding, man? I brought whiskey!"
Maxwell's voice boomed from somewhere upstairs: "Kennedy! You're early! Give me two minutes. I'll be with you shortly!"
"Take your time! I'll raid your kitchen!"
Kennedy started walking toward the back of the house, toward the kitchen, his footsteps fading.
I remained frozen behind the pillar, my entire world tilting on its axis.
What the hell was that friendly exchange?
Were they really close friends? Close friends to the extent that Kennedy will return home after a long time away, and visit Maxwell first?
