"Cheers, you fucked-up mess."

Empty.

I used to walk into Olivia's place and be greeted by a scream from Kaleb or Lily's tiny arms clinging to my legs. Olivia would yell at them to give me a second to breathe, but she'd always be smiling. She had a way of filling the air with warmth, even when she was bone-tired.

God, I had taken all of that for granted.

I pulled out my phone and tried calling her again. One ring. Two. Voicemail.

I stared at the screen like it might change. Like maybe if I held my breath, she'd answer.

She didn't.

With a sigh, I tossed the phone on the couch and ran a hand through my hair, pacing slowly toward the kitchen before the familiar ding of a notification stopped me.

I picked up my phone.

Facebook Notification: Olivia Thorne just posted a photo.

I tapped it.

It loaded slow, like the universe wanted to give me one last chance to brace myself.

There they were.

All of them.