Vivienne
I couldn’t move after seeing the photograph.
The basement.
The chair.
Me as a child.
And Margaret holding a g*n.
My throat went dry.
This wasn’t just betrayal anymore.
This was something worse.
Roman took the photo from my hands.
His jaw tightened.
“This is real.”
I shook my head immediately.
“No. It can’t be.”
But even as I said it, my voice sounded weak.
Delia stepped closer.
“Okay… someone needs to explain why your mother is pointing a g*n at you as a kid.”
Nobody answered her.
Because nobody had answers.
Carter flipped through the files again.
“There’s more.”
I looked at him sharply.
“Stop finding more.”
But he didn’t listen.
He opened another document.
A report.
Doctor Mercer’s handwriting was at the top.
Subject A: Vivienne Ashworth.
Subject B: Cl
