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I knew something was wrong the moment Vivienne looked up at me.
The conference room had gone completely silent after Clarissa's call, but I barely noticed anyone else anymore. My attention stayed fixed on my wife.
She looked distant, not physically. Mentally.
Like part of her wasn't here.
The color had drained from her face, and her eyes seemed focused on something none of us could see.
"Vivienne."
She didn't answer.
I immediately stood and moved toward her.
"Vivienne."
This time she blinked.
Slowly.
Then her gaze shifted toward me.
"I'm okay."
The problem was that she didn't sound okay.
Not even close.
I crouched beside her chair and took her hand.
It was ice cold.
"We're done for tonight."
She shook her head immediately.
"No."
"Yes."
"We don't have time."
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