“Do you have a point to being here, Olivia? Or are you just forcing inane conversation to torture me?” I raise my brow. “No, I—” She shakes her head. “I just wanted to talk. To apologize, I guess.” My stomach twists. “Apologize for what?” “For my part in everything. I know you must think the worst of me.” Her voice shakes. I chuckle. “That’s an understatement.” Her eyes are wide and glossy as they gaze up at me. “Alexander—” “I stopped being Alexander the moment you killed our child.” She swallows and glances down, a single tear falling down the side of her face. Slowly, she lifts her head and
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