*Olivia*
Dahlia and I had paused at the foot of the stairs, my hand on the banister, when we heard the loud slam of a door from upstairs. The shouting had been alarming enough, but the stomping of boots on the wooden floors was not helping.
Alessandro appeared at the top of the stairs, pure fury in his eyes as he glanced at us. He came barrelling down the stairs, and I barely had time to pull Dahlia against the wall before he pushed past us quite harshly.
His shoulder glanced off mine as he stormed past, and I winced, my back hitting the wall.
“Hey,” Dahlia protested at the rough treatment, glaring at her older brother. “What’s your problem?”
“Nothing,” Alessandro snapped, not even bothering to look at us. He stormed to the front door, probably intending to leave. A smart decision, I thought, considering his foul mood.
