Chapter 67

Olivia Martins

“Liv, Liv, hey. It’s me.”

“Vic?” My voice was barely a whisper, the haze of sleep still clinging to me as I blinked into the soft early morning light.

She nodded, a small, tentative smile curving her lips despite the clear worry in her eyes.

She was really here.

The realization hit me like a wave, and tears welled up before I could stop them. I flung myself into her arms, and she let out a surprised laugh, holding me tightly.

“Missed me, huh?” she teased, her voice light and familiar. I laughed too, soft and breathless. The sound felt foreign but comforting. For a moment, I wasn’t drowning. I couldn’t remember the last time my chest hadn’t felt this heavy.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, pulling back just enough to see her face.

The worry returned instantly, and she squeezed my arm gently. “Ryker told me what happened.”

“He did?” My breath hitched.

She nodded, her frown deepening. “I can’t believe