Sixty-One

Olivia had been confined to her bedroom as a form of punishment.

But she couldn't be bothered. After all, there was now someone else in her life. A joyous and sweet secret she privately loved. She had absorbed it over and over, yet she still found it hard to accept she had a brother, and that she was not alone in the world.

Never again would she be.

She had so much to ask him. Where had he been? What were the growing-up years like? Was he opportuned to have an enviable relationship with their father? How did he find her? How did he know of her? But he wasn't going to answer all of her questions just yet.

Leo: I did have a good relationship with our father, and I know he did love you. I'm not sure about our other relatives.

Olivia: Well, I stayed with Penelope throughout my teen years and later on my adult life. Trust me I know her position in the love department. She made me a slave.

Leo: A slave? Wow! That's a lot.

Olivia: It was more than a lot, it was demeaning and degrading