Vivienne POV
Vivienne woke up with a start—completely disoriented as to where she was. The musty blankets bunched around her, and the faint smell of smoke from the fireplace still lingered in the air. Memories from last night crashed in, heavy and relentless, leaving a dull ache in her chest.
She sat up slowly, her fingers gripping the edge of the blanket as if it were the only thing grounding her. Her heart was still tangled in everything Grayson had told her. The accident. Hayden. The guilt that had been eating away at Grayson for years. It was too much. Too heavy. And yet, here she was, still tethered to him in ways she didn’t fully understand.
The faint sound of movement pulled her attention to the fireplace, where Grayson was crouched, his broad shoulders tense as he stoked the emb
