Viv:
The second the apartment door clicked shut behind me, I slumped against it like the weight of the world had finally caught up. My feet ached in the heels I hadn’t bothered to kick off yet, and every inch of my skin felt like it didn’t belong to me anymore. I wasn’t sure how I got through the rest of my shift. Hell, I wasn’t sure how I made it out of that room without collapsing into a puddle of fear and rage. Maybe adrenaline. Maybe habit. Maybe I’d just gotten too good at pretending I was okay when internally I was falling apart.
But now there was no music. No lights. No crowd. No distractions.
Just me. Me and the ghosts that wouldn’t let me rest.
I dragged myself toward the bedroom, numb and slow, like my body had to remember how to function without being watched. Without being
