First message
Olivia. All I think about is Olivia. Eat, sleep, think of Olivia. I can’t sleep without her. I need her. So I slide on some grey sweats—no boxers of course— and a black hoodie. I step out of my room, scanning the hallway before making my way across the mansion to my little sister’s—Olivia’s— room. We aren’t real siblings. Just adopted into the same family. Thinking of her as my sister makes me want her more. I quietly open her door, smiling at the sight of her in bed, sleeping peacefully.