Olivia's POV
I was curled up in the armchair, a bowl of cereal balanced on my lap, mindlessly watching some reality show about people renovating houses they couldn't afford.
Perfect. Exactly the kind of brain-numbing content I needed after the absolute chaos of today's family lunch.
I'd freshened up the moment I got home, showered, and changed into my comfiest sweatpants and hoodie. Then I decided that thinking about anything else, or my job could wait until tomorrow. Or next week. Or never.
You don't even have a job anymore, a voice in my head helpfully reminded me. You've been replaced by an imposter.
I shoved another spoonful of cereal in my mouth and turned up the TV volume.
The front door opened, and Kira practically floated inside, dancing like a Disney princess who'd just discovered her prince was real. Her eyes had a dreamy, faraway look that could only mean one thing.
She still hadn't noticed me.
I cleared my throat loudly.
