Vincent
The room is pitch black when I feel a gentle prodding on my shoulder, barely noticeable at first.
I try to ignore it, burrowing deeper into the warm embrace of my covers. But the poking persists, and I reluctantly open one eye to find Sarah hovering over me, her eyes wide with urgency.
"Vincent," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. "Wake up."
I groan, squinting as Sarah reaches over to switch on the small bedside lamp.
"Sarah, what the hell?" I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The grogginess clings to me like a heavy blanket, and I fight to shake it off.
"Vincent," Sarah begins, her eyes searching mine with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I want to know about Lucy. What was your relationship like?"
I groan again.
"Sarah, it's the middle of the night. Can't w
