Chapter 16 Haunt My Dreams

• Olivia's POV
• “Your bags are on your bed,” Mom said as I pushed myself up from the chair.
• I headed up the stairs, the house creaking in that familiar way that made my chest loosen for the first time in months. Turning down the hallway felt like walking into an old photograph. Then I opened my bedroom door, and damn! It was exactly the same. Same lavender walls. Same bedspread. Same faint vanilla scent from the candle I used to burn at night. It was like stepping backward in time.