Olivia Graham was twenty-two when she started a whirlwind romance with charismatic Jakob overseas.
By age twenty-five, Liv was back home and checking off the widowed box on paperwork. With zero plans, Olivia and beloved dog Snuggles find themselves...
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This chapter is dedicated to rotorooters , who knows how to weave a tale of despair and humor, and you should click her profile name and check out her works. You'll laugh, cry, and root for the characters to find peace, just like I did.
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Flashback
After she safely exits the building, Mac presses his son's name on the phone, taking in a deep breath as it rings out.
"Dad?"
"Hi, son. How are you? Where are you?" He nervously rubs the hair on the back of his head.
"I'm in my apartment. What's wrong?"
"Listen, Will, I need you to make sure you're secure where you are." He quickly recounts what happened at the gala.
"Be alert," he warns Will. "I love you."
"Love you, too."
He holds up a pointer finger to Marc across the room, who nods in recognition.
"Hi, Daddy!"
"Hi baby girl, how are things in New York?"
"Oh, it's so nice to hear your voice! I miss you so much."
It's been weeks since he has seen her. His eyes mist over, and his stomach clenches, thinking about somebody hurting his sweet Olivia. "I miss you so much, Bug."
"Will you come next weekend?"
"Sure, sweetheart. I just wanted to call and say I love you. Goodnight."
