Chapter 29

• OLIVIA
• The scent of fresh paint and new wood filled the living room as I stepped inside, the air still carrying that crisp new-house feeling. Cal was standing near the fireplace, arranging small figurines along the mantle. His expression was one of deep concentration, his fingers adjusting each piece with meticulous precision.
• We had moved in just last week after six months of renovations. Everything was perfect—the warm beige walls, the plush gray couches, the large windows letting in the afternoon sun. It was a house meant to be a home.