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Olivia turned her attention to her.
    “ Got it?”
    “ Why? It's none of your business,” she snapped.
    “ But you found it in my mom's study! I could tell—!”
    Felicity clasped her hand over Olivia's mouth and wrestled the little girl to the ground. Olivia's hair was tied into a ponytail and she wore a pink dress that attracted dust as she fell to the floor.
    “ Stop it,” she murmured underneath Felicity's palm. “I can't...”
    The door to the study was pushed back and instead of the intimidating presence of the Matriarch, they were met with the less than intimidating presence of a barely five year old boy, his dark curly hair falling over his eyes. Felicity pushed herself off the floor and dusted off her pants.
    “ Oh, it's just you Noah.”
    A shadow fell over Noah and Felicity looked up while Olivia struggled to push her wavy hair out of her eyes. When she had managed to get the loose strands from out of her face and look up, she saw her mother glaring down at them, her hand resting on Noah's head.
    “ What are you doing in my study?” asked Mar.
    “ I was,” Olivia began. “Felicity...”
    “ Olivia made me come in here!”
    “ I did not!”
    “ Did too!”
    “ Did—”
    “ Silence,” her mother bellowed. Her voice had quieted them mid argument, Olivia sucking in her breath and fearful to let it go. “Stay where you are Olivia. You two may go home.”
    Felicity shot Olivia a satisfied grin before slipping between the Matriarch and the door behind Noah. Mar shut the door behind them and turned the light on, the glare in her eyes still not letting up.
    “ I'm sorry mommy...” she said through sniffles.
    “ Do not cry Olivia.”
    Mar held her hands to Olivia and the little girl dragged her feet, falling into her mother's arms as she suppressed her sobs. Mar was bent over, her hands rubbing Olivia's backside as she whispered to her, “It's alright, I love you and everything will be alright.”
    The little girl had been crying so much lately but she didn't know why. Someone had told her it was her body reacting to all the emotions that were pent up inside of her but she couldn't recall anything that would make her feel the way she did. Or maybe it was that she felt something slipping away from her, like the inevitable was now upon her. She gripped her mother tighter. “Felicity said I will die soon.”
    Mar pulled Olivia off of her legs and when the little girl looked up at her, she saw red liquid raining down on her face and her mother's head ripped off. She jumped back and screamed but her mother's frail hand stretched out to her and grabbed her wrist. “You're already dead.”
     
    Olivia jumped up, pushing the covers to the side, her body drenched in sweat. Her chest was heaving up and down and her heart fluttered against it. The sun had sat and only faint light danced on her window as she turned to it. She rubbed her hand against her face, closing her eyes as she indulged in the feeling. She was alive. She hopped off the bed and headed for the shower, grabbing a black blouse and navy green pants from the closet. After wringing her wet hair out and running a few fingers through the tangles, she put a blow dryer to her bangs as usual and let the rest of her hair dry naturally.
    When she made it to the bottom step, she saw her mother walking down the hallway with a glass cup in her hand. Her hair was tied in its usual bun, neat and without a single wisp of hair out of place. Even as she stood just a foot away from her daughter, she didn't acknowledge her presence until after she took a sip from her cup. She pulled her lips in, sucking away the red color that stained it then spoke.
    “Olivia, you look well rested.”
    “I slept pretty well,” she lied.
    “Well, would you like to join me on an errand?” asked Mar, slipping one arm into a white coat. “I have to go into town.”
    Olivia nodded. “Yes, I'd like that.”
    Actually, she wouldn't have liked that. There was nothing she would