Olivia's POV - Twenty years ago
I ran home so fast I thought my lungs would burst.
"MOM! DAD!" I burst through the front door, gasping for air. "Kennedy! They took Kennedy! We have to… you have to…"
My mother appeared from the kitchen, her face going pale. "Olivia? What happened? Where's your brother?"
The words tumbled out in a rush - Mr. Wellington, the men in suits, the lies, Maxwell's silence, everything.
My father's jaw tightened as I spoke. When I finished, he grabbed his jacket.
"Stay here with your mother," he said, his voice harder than I'd ever heard it. "I'll handle this."
"But Dad…"
"Stay. Here."
I wanted to argue, wanted to go with him, wanted to do something, but the look on his face stopped me cold.
He left.
And then came the waiting.
I couldn't sit still. Couldn't eat. Couldn't do anything except pace back and forth in the living room while my mother tried and failed to comfort me.
