Vivienne's POV
The house was quiet, and I didn't know what to think about it. Prior to this moment, I could swear I loved the quiet. Maybe it had something to do with my ugly past with Grant or not, but I knew, deep down, I used to enjoy being alone, because most times when I wasn't, I was either being forced to overhear Grant's messy affairs in our bedroom, or be forced to watch him get all handsy on me, in public. In moments like that, the quiet was the only period I got to myself, and I made sure to cherish it.
It was the only thing that got me going, till I decided to run away, but now, I could say it was entirely different. The silence in Ronan’s house was louder, and every minute, it ripped a part of my sanity along with it.
Ronan's house.
I almost chuckled at the irony. It w
