Olivia's POV - Twenty years ago
I knew that voice.
"Olivia, please! I need to talk to you!"
Jenny looked at me, confused. "Hey, isn't that the fat kid from…"
"I don't know him," I said coldly, keeping my eyes forward, pumping my legs to swing higher.
"But he's calling your name," Lisa pointed out.
"I don't know him," I repeated, louder this time. Making sure Maxwell could hear.
"Olivia!" His voice was closer now. "Please, I just want to explain…"
"Who is that?" Jenny asked, squinting at Maxwell as he approached the playground.
I stopped swinging and turned to look at him. Really look at him.
He looked terrible. His eyes were red and swollen like he'd been crying. His clothes were rumpled. He was breathing hard from the effort of crossing the playground.
Good.
I hoped he'd cried every day since what he'd done to my family.
