The Shelter
(Olivia’s POV)
I stood in the hotel lobby as Derek rushed toward me, desperation written all across his face. His eyes were wide with hope, as if I was his saving grace in this moment of crisis.
“Olivia, please,” he said, lowering his voice as he reached me. “I know you’re still angry, and you have every right to be.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, my face a mask of indifference.
“I shouldn’t have let Rachel stay at the house without consulting you first,” Derek continued. “That was wrong of me.”
Derek leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Look, I can have Rachel stay here at the hotel. Oliver and I can go home with you. We’ll figure the rest out tomorrow.”
Seeing my lack of response, he changed tactics. “Or if you could just help pay for Rachel’s room tonight? Just
