"Only your mother could give you the answers you needed." The strange dream Olivia had seen broke her. Even if she wanted to refuse, she knew she would be hiding from the truth when she needed to use it as her weapon.
Olivia stood slowly, her hand brushing along the bed's wooden frame as she took in the room again—not as a girl remembering, but as a woman searching.
"She always said things were never truly lost… just waiting to be found," Olivia murmured, half to herself.
She looked around the house again. To her father's study where the most important documents were kept. But even after looking for hours, she did not find anything.
She shook her head but Damon only held her hand and she walked toward the library. The books were already taken away and it was rotting.
"They have used them in an auction to pay." he explained and she nodded. Most of the decorative items were already gone and so were the clues.
