46. OLIVIA

Olivia's POV

 

My father, here to see me? Apologizing? This is worse than anything I've ever heard.

 

I stared at the small bottle that stood pretty on my table. How could I trust him to serve the antidote to Devon? What if it wasn't an antidote? Would I have to test it? But on who would I test it on?

 

I unwrapped the gift he claimed was from his wife. I would never acknowledge that woman as my mother or as a mother to begin with. She wasn't fit to be called a mother. She never did anything which other mothers did and that was enough reason for me to never call her mother.

 

I noticed freshly baked cookies. I smelled them and they smelled wonderful, I could detect every ingredient in it and it was exactly like I used to like, when things were easier for me as a member of the household. When mama and papa still felt like there would be a chance for me to speak.