Olivia's hand went to her pocket—no weapon, just an old key. Jane's key. The one to the cottage where they'd spent one summer learning each other's silences.
"You shouldn't be here," Olivia said, not as a threat—more as a fact, like the tide or the turning of bones underground. olivia would jane wilde
"They say you died, Jane. Three years ago. Fell through ice. No body. Just a hole in the river and a scarf on a branch." Olivia's hand went to her pocket—no weapon, just
"And yet," Jane replied, "here I am. Again." "You shouldn't be here," Olivia said, not as
Here’s an interesting, atmospheric text based on your prompt, imagining a tense or intriguing exchange between Olivia and Jane Wilde: The Silence Between Her Names
"I'll take that as a no," Olivia said.
The wind died. The gate stopped clanking. Olivia felt the cold then—not from the air, but from inside her own chest, where a memory of Jane's laugh used to live.