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Thank you for everything you did for me at the end, mom.
Chapter 15
Olive's P.O.V.
My phone buzzed way too early in the morning for my liking. I groaned as I reached for it with closed eyes. It has been a week now since I spread mom's ashes with Lucas, Leo and Hailey. I started going back to regular classes and thankfully hadn't fallen too far behind.
"Hello?" I answered, not caring I sounded hoarse from sleep.
"Good morning, am I speaking with Olivia Brewer?" An elegant woman's voice came through. I cleared my throat, sitting up on the bed more.
"This is her. May I ask who I'm speaking with?"
"Hello, Ms. Brewer, my name is Tammy and I'm the genealogist who performed your BRACA gene test."
My heart stilled and my palms sweat as I awaited for her to continue. Do I have the gene?
"I am sorry to inform you. You carry the BRACA gene. You have options, and it isn't a certainty you will get breast cancer, you're just more likely than others. I suggest having regular screenings. The results were sent to your PCP as well, and she should reach out to you to explain your options further. Do you have questions for me?"
I was frozen for a moment, letting the line go silent. I had the gene, just like mom. It was scary to think. I pictured mom's withering body and then imagined myself looking the same. I swallowed hard before I answered.
"No, no questions. Thank you for letting me know."
"Of course. Have a good day, Ms. Brewer."
"You as well."
I hung up, sitting up on my bed, staring at the indigo wall across from me. I had officially moved into Mom's loft yesterday. This was my first night sleeping in this bed. I was all alone, trying to digest this information.
Lucas:Open the door. I'll be there in two minutes with breakfast.
The text surprised me, as I wasn't expecting him today. Lucas and Leo both had been very helpful and comforting throughout this whole thing. Lucas felt like a completely different person. It was a side of him I never imagined I'd see, and it had definitely muddied the water again. I opened the door as Lucas appeared before it.
"Good morning, Rose. I have your favorite." He smiled widely at me as he stepped inside. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me towards him, before his lips met my forehead. He hadn't kissed me, hit on me, or tried to have sex with me since mom died. I think he was trying to respect my grieving.
"And what is my favorite?" I asked him, closing the door, and turning to him.
"Banana nut muffin, and a caramel frappe." He produced the items on the table as he spoke. He wasn't wrong, either.
"How'd you figure that out?" I raised a brow at him.
"I have my ways." He winked at me, taking a seat at the small round table pushed against the wall between the living room and kitchen.
"Hmm, I am not sure I like that." I took a bite of my muffin with a smirk on my face.
"I think you do." He leaned forward, rubbing his thumb over the corner of my lips at the crumbs.
"How do you know I wasn't saving those for later?"
"I'm terribly sorry. I'll leave your crumbs alone."
"Good." I nodded, taking another bite and intentionally getting a lot of crumbs around my mouth.
"I lied." Lucas told me as he leaned forward andlickedthe crumbs off the corner of my mouth. I froze as he did the same to the other side. My lungs filled with deep breaths, loving the sensation of his tongue against me. I hadn't noticed I had missed it until now.
"Lucas." I let his name slip as a kind of warning.
"Yes, Rose?" He leaned back in the slightest, having our noses barely touch.
