Chapter 101 I Hate How My Palms Turn Sweaty And My Pulse Races

• OLIVIA
• The moment my eyes open, my hand reaches for the phone. I turn off the do not disturb setting and head straight for my messages and call history.
• My lids grow heavy. Nothing from Aiden. He could have at least sent a text asking if I made it home okay, or tried to explain whatever was wrong with him last night. But there is nothing. No texts. No calls. That silence tells me everything I need to know.