I’d been watching her for days now. Keeping my distance but never straying too far. Vivian was wearing herself down—exhaustion clung to her like a second skin, her eyes hollow, her movements sluggish. She was pushing herself to the brink, and I couldn’t decide if it was the guilt of what she’d done or her fear for Leah that weighed heavier on her mind.
Either way, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that she wasn’t taking care of herself, and it was only a matter of time before she collapsed completely.
She had fallen asleep in the hospital chair again, her body slumped awkwardly, head resting against her arm in a position that would leave her neck sore when she finally woke up. Her face, pale and gaunt, was still drawn with the weight of everything she had endured over the past few days
