She folded the note and gave it back to Jenna.
“I left behind my name,” she wrote. “Not Olivia. My real name. The one my parents gave me before they told me I was ‘too much.’ Too sensitive. Too sad. Too strange. So I became Olovely. Because if I couldn’t be loved, at least I could be useful.” olivia olovely teacher
Priya wrote: “My mother’s disappointment. It’s heavy.” She folded the note and gave it back to Jenna
That was Olivia’s gift: not fixing, but witnessing. Not solving, but sitting in the dark with you until your eyes adjusted. but witnessing. Not solving