Chapter 207 The Artifact

• Elijah
• That morning, I made yet another trip to the prison. I’d hoped to never set foot in this place again, because frankly it was cold and uncomfortable and unsettling, but here I was. I just hoped that Olivia would keep true to her word and that this conversation would be worth it—and that it would also be our last.
• As always, Olivia was waiting for me when I walked into her cell. She looked the same as she had the last few times, although her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy now, likely from crying.