Swift Family's Residence.
Olivia sat on the cold floor of her bedroom; her knees pulled up to her chest as silent tears streamed down her face.
Her arms trembled as she hugged herself tightly, trying to hold together the broken pieces of her life. The weight of everything—her father's death, her mother's crime, the betrayal, the humiliation—pressed down on her, suffocating her.
Her chest ached as sobs wracked through her body. Her fingers curled into her tangled hair, gripping it desperately. "What kind of life am I living?" she whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "What the hell did I do to deserve this?"
Her world had crumbled before her eyes, yet there was nothing she could do to change it. Her mother was locked away, and no matter how hard she tried, the police wouldn't let her see her. The woman who raised her, who had controlled every aspect of her life, had murdered her father and kept it a secret for months.