Chapter 48 A Daughter's Fury

• OLIVIA'S POV
• The morning air feels tense, like something is about to break. I skip breakfast and don't try to calm myself. My hands grip the steering wheel tightly as I drive through town. Every red light feels too long, every turn feels like a struggle.
• When I arrive at my father's house, my chest feels tight. The house is too familiar—white walls, iron gates, and a perfect garden. It’s all just a show, just like him.