“I see,” Daniel replied, his voice now calm but precise. “Are you there right now?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Don’t go anywhere.”
The call ended.
Rebecca let out a small, impatient sigh. “Olivia, there’s no need to make this dramatic. Calling a lawyer—really?”
Olivia slipped her phone back into her pocket, her expression unreadable. “I’m just making sure I understand everything,” she said quietly.
The next thirty minutes stretched on, thick with tension.
Neither of them spoke much.
Rebecca paced inside the house, occasionally glancing out the window. Olivia remained on the porch, sitting beside her suitcases, her hands resting in her lap. The night air was cool, brushing gently against her skin, but she barely noticed.
Her mind drifted back—to her father.
Jonathan Carter.
He had always been the quiet one. The steady one. The kind of man who didn’t speak loudly but made sure things were taken care of.
Especially when it came to her.
A pair of headlights cut through the darkness, pulling her back to the present.
