Olivia's POV
The moment I realized it was my mother's voice and not Kira's, my entire body went rigid. My blood turned to ice as the full horror of my situation crashed over me.
Fuck!
I couldn't let her see me like this. Disguised as a man and wailing like a child. How on earth would I explain my situation? The fake facial hair, the binding around my chest, the masculine clothes - there was no way to explain any of this to the ever dramatic Caitlyn Hopton.
I buried my face deeper between my knees, making myself as small as possible while my mum continued to rub soothing circles on my back.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Mom's voice was filled with concern. "Kira let me in when I got here, but she said you hadn't come home yet. When did you get back? And why are you dressed so... strangely?"
Where the fuck was Kira?
