"Are you not going to take that?" Olivia's stepmother asked, her eyes fixed on the vibrating phone that sat between them on the table, buzzing until the call finally ended.
"No… I'm not," Olivia replied flatly, her gaze lingering a few seconds longer on the darkened screen. "It's Dylan. I don't want to talk to him. Please, continue your story."
Her stepmother nodded slowly, but her eyes stayed on Olivia. "Why, if I may ask? I mean… only if you want to talk about it."
Olivia stayed silent. She didn't trust her stepmother to that extent—at least, not yet.
Sensing her boundaries, her stepmother gently shifted the subject. "So… how did you meet my father?"
