Vivienne's POV
The silence was almost cruel. It was pulling at me from all angles, and if I was being honest, I had no idea how long I could hold on for.
I’d been sitting on the edge of the bed for God knows how long, the same one where everything had fallen apart and stitched itself back together again in less than a night. I'd left the clubhouse common room to get a grip on myself, but it wasn't working. Not one bit.
My fingers wouldn’t stop twitching, tracing the same pattern on my thigh like I could scrub the memory of that note off my skin.
“She knows.” Two damn words, and yet they refused to stop echoing.
The clock on the wall ticked too loud, and the air was too still. I needed to move, to do something that didn’t feel like drowning in my own thoughts. So I stood, tugged on
