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chapter two hundred and one

Olivia Mitchell's POV

Devastated.

Crushed.

Groundless.

That's how I was feeling.

Peter couldn't be dead.

He couldn't have simply been murdered by that scumbag.

The message Uncle Luke received was enough to convince everyone, it seems there was a photo but they didn't want to let me see it.

I can't believe Peter would leave like this.

"Are you okay?" David approaches, handing me a cup of coffee.

"Do I look okay?" I cross my arms nervously, trying to calm down.

"Olivia... I know you like him but... he's gone..."

"Don't you dare say that," I interrupt him before he finishes the sentence.

"Sorry, but... I just don't want to see you suffer, your mom's back Olivia, go enjoy that."

"I don't want to face my dad's questions about how I managed to find mommy, I'll stay out here for a while," I insist on staying in the garden.

"We all want to know that," he responds curiously.

"And they'll keep wanting to."

"Aunt Ingrid and my dad are staying at Uncle Josh's house for a while," he says,
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