2
Vivian
There was something dangerous about the way sunlight made me reckless. It was a lazy, golden afternoon and the world felt suspended, our quiet house tucked behind its walls, Gerald long gone for another endless week of business. It was just me and Landon—again—and even though I told myself it was nothing, even though I told myself I was safe, I could feel trouble humming just beneath my skin.
I hadn’t meant to wear the blue swimsuit. I’d bought it for a fantasy version of myself—a woman who didn’t have to worry about tan lines or hungry eyes. But it was the only thing that fit after a winter of too much comfort food, and when I’d caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I’d almost changed. The suit was cut high on the hips, scooped low across my breasts, and the fabric was
