Olivia's POV
LYING THERE. DIDN'T MOVE.
"No," I whispered, feeling all the blood drain from my face. "No, no, no…"
My vision started to blur, black spots dancing at the edges. The street swayed beneath my feet, and I felt myself starting to fall.
"Olivia!" Kira caught me, wrapping her arms around my waist to keep me upright. "Hey, hey, stay with me."
"She's dead," I choked out, tears already streaming down my face. "Mitchell is dead. Oh God, she's dead."
"You don't know that," Kira said firmly, even though I could hear the fear in her voice too. "It might not be her. It could be a different cat."
"How many white Persian cats do you think are running around this neighborhood?" My voice was rising, breaking. "It's her. I know it's her. And she's dead and it's all my fault."
