Olivia's POV
"Olivia."
The voice was so familiar.
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking away the blur.
And there she was—sitting right beside me in the backseat of the moving car.
Her.
The older woman who looked exactly like me.
The one I saw on the rooftop.
The one from my dream…
She was here again.
But somehow… I already knew this wasn't real.
"This is a dream… isn't it?" I whispered, barely able to speak the words.
She gave a small nod, her eyes calm. "Yes."
I swallowed hard, my heart racing even though I wasn't awake. "Why do you keep showing up? Who are you?"
She didn't answer right away. Her eyes turned to the window, watching the road pass in silence. Then she said quietly, "You escaped your first death, Olivia… and that alone is a miracle."
My breath caught in my throat. First death?
She looked at me again. "But don't think you're free. The life you're living now… this path you're on… is your punishment."
"Punishment?" I echoed, confused.