Knox:
Friday came too damn early.
I barely slept. The second my eyes cracked open, I could feel it—the weight of the job, the danger ahead, the lies stacking like a house of cards just waiting for the wind to blow.
Viv was still curled into me when I woke, soft and warm and calm in a way I wasn’t. But the moment I shifted, sat up on the edge of the bed, ran a hand down my face and through my hair, I felt her stir behind me.
She sat up slowly, blinking away sleep, her voice soft. “Your heart was racing.”
“I know,” I said, because it was. Loud. Fast. Unrelenting.
She reached out, hand on my back, grounding me in the way only she could. “You okay?”
“No.”
She didn’t push. Just got up, pulled on a tee, and walked to the kitchen. A moment later the rich, bitter smell of coffee filled the
