Chapter 9

The next morning, Mrs. Jones didn't inquire about the details of the previous night when Olivia came downstairs, nor did she ask where they had gone. She simply served her a bowl of soup. Olivia was afraid that she would ask. The uneasiness of having her privacy invaded had been bothering her. She felt as if she had been exposed to the world, naked and vulnerable. After finishing the soup, she said, "I'm going to school now." She had taken leave earlier, and since it had ended yesterday, she needed to return to school. "Alright, go ahead," Mrs. Jones replied. Olivia didn't say anything more and left the house. She took a taxi to school while holding her phone. With her head down, she glanced at the screen. There was a phone number, and it displayed Tyler's name. He had saved it in her phone last night for convenience, he had said. She held onto her phone tightly. Today, she had a physical education class, which was an elective. They ran laps on the field while the teacher