The moment the line went dead, something close to panic moved across Sebastian's face.
In three years, I had never once hung up on him.
The airport announcement in the background made it worse. He was on his feet and reaching for his phone before the thought had fully formed, but when he called back, a recorded voice informed him the number was no longer available.
He was halfway to the door when Vivienne wound herself around his arm, her voice soft and coaxing. "Don't stress, Sebastian. She's just throwing a little tantrum. Give her a few days to cool off, she'll come around. She has nothing, no money, no one, and a mother in a vegetative state to drag along with her. Where is she going to go? A little sweet-talking will bring her back."
"The way she pushed me that day, you could see
