Chapter Fifty Six

Ayva’s POV

"Liv, where's he at? Is he alright?"

I glanced over at Olivia, who was sitting in the hospital waiting room with her head down, and her face resting in her hands. As soon as she heard my voice, she lifted her head, revealing red and puffy eyes from hours of crying. It was heartbreaking to see Olivia so visibly distraught, with her disheveled hair, swollen face, and mismatched clothes.

"Ayva," she sobbed, rising to her feet, and I immediately pulled her into a hug. "My baby's not doing well." She cried into my shoulder.

I met Olivia a few weeks after I moved to New York. I was trying to decide on a drink at a local coffee shop when she unexpectedly chimed in and recommended one to me. It ended up turning out to be a favorite of mine, and now I order it every time I visited that shop. We crossed paths again on my first day at a fashion company, where we ended up sharing a workspace. That brought us closer together, and we became inseparable.

Olivia was the reason I was in LA.