Olivia's POV:
I was still in tears outside when my father walked towards me. He crouched and hugged me tightly. "How could you start Christmas in tears?" he asked, and I wiped my tears before smiling.
"I am fine," I said, and he kissed my forehead.
"Merry Christmas; always remember there are a lot of people who love you," he said, and I nodded.
"I think I should leave now." I stood up, and he frowned at me.
"It's midnight, and the streets are crowded... Will you drive this late?" He asked, and I nodded. What I needed was a crowded space so I could take my mind off things.
"Sit, let's talk," he said, and I nodded. I crouched beside him when he held my hands.
"I heard some rumors, and at first I chose to ignore them, but seeing you cry here made me change my mind," he started.
