The Beginning Of All Sins

Naomi was deep in thought about what Tyler had said before she asked, "Are you planning to keep Olivia at home for her treatment?" "Why else?"

Naomi felt a sharp pang in her heart as if struck by a hammer. She explained, "I'm really concerned about her, Tyler. Will your family be okay with this arrangement? I think it might be better if she stays with us. My parents and I are here, and she knows our house well. Being in a strange place might make her feel worse."

"No. If she doesn't improve at my place, I'll keep trying until she's better," Tyler stated firmly.

Naomi felt stuck, unable to express everything she wanted to. After a moment, she barely whispered, "Okay."

It was unclear who ended the call first. The line went dead as she set down the phone.

"What did he say?" Hillary asked anxiously.

"He's brought her home to get better," Naomi replied.

"What?" Hillary was shocked.

"He's taken her home," Naomi repeated.

news was a bad sign. Hillary was almost stomping her feet in panic. "How did this

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Olivia's therapist, Stephen

the living room as he hurried upstairs. The second floor was off-limits now. Apart from Stephen and Olivia's nurse, Alisa, no one else was allowed up

frightened to go upstairs. Now, they thought of Olivia as unpredictable, unsure

on the bed and hugging her knees. Tyler was there too, still in the same clothes as

Tyler sat quietly by, watching Olivia follow Alisa's instructions obediently, like

seems to be doing better than two days ago,"

had noticed

Olivia only

occasionally, but today,

engaging

should we do?"

swn