Peter POV
I looked down at the white stick in my hands and couldn't believe what I was seeing. It wasn't just a pen as I thought it was.
"Olivia," my voice was deep, questioning.
"Peter," her voice broke the way it did when she knew I was upset with her and she was pleading, the same way it did in the hotel room on the Other Side.
"You're..."
"Yes," she cut me off, and I could hear just the hint of a sob in her chest, but unlike before, unlike the past several months before I crossed over, I didn't crumble, I didn't take her in my arms or kiss her hair.
"Who?" I asked, gripping my fists tight at my sides, trying to hold my temper.
"Lincoln. SHE often had affairs with him when her boyfriend was away," Olivia turned to look at me and took a step closer, "Peter, I need your help." she placed a hand on my arm.
"Let go of me," I growled, ripping my hand away from her. The test flew out of my hand and skidded across the floor of her office.
"Peter," she exclaimed.
"No," I pointed at her and took a step closer, "Don't you cry about this when you..." I broke of, feeling the heat rolling off my shoulders. I turned away running my hand through my hair.
"I didn't know!"
I whipped back around, "So you can get off with saying that, but for me it's not enough? No. You are such a hypocrite." I started to walk out of the office.
"Peter please! Listen," I had my hand on the door her voice was broken into more pieces than I'd ever heard.
"No, I already listened," I opened to door and slammed it behind me.
For the second time in two weeks, Olivia collapsed to the ground in tears.
