Back from the dead
I stared at the glass of liquor, swirling it near my face. My vacant eyes are fixed on the glass and the sloshing liquid inside it.
My mind is racing with thoughts about Olivia. It didn't make any sense, that night the cops confirmed that they found her body in the river.
They said it was a hit and run, and her body was dumped in the river.
We carried out a funeral, family, friends and everyone attended. I rubbed my temples with my fingers to relieve myself of the headache that I was feeling.
The rim of the glass connected with my lips as I took another cup of the drink. My face twisted as I tasted the hot drink. It made its way down my gut leaving a warm trail in its wake.
I didn't even know what emotion to feel, anger, happiness, surprise? What was even worse was that for some reason Olivia hated me.
