Chapter 47

OLIVIA

The ride back home was a bumpy one, both physically and emotionally. As the car rolled along the familiar streets, my mind couldn’t help but replay how the car ran me over, for every time I close my eyes, I still have that image.

Ethan’s silence during the drive back home was almost deafening. I stole a few glances at him, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his jaw clenched as if holding back a barrage of words. I knew he had much to say, much that had remained unsaid during my time in the hospital.

As we approached the house, relief washed over me, knowing I was returning to the familiar comfort of my space. The weight of Ethan’s unspoken thoughts hung heavy in the air, suffocating any attempt at casual conversation.

Stepping through the front door, the scent of familiarity enveloped me. Everything seemed just as I remembered it—the muted times of the wall, the soft lighting casting shadows, and the gentle bum of our home’s familiarity. It was as if ti