*Vivienne*
“Help me, Vivi,” I heard her sob. “Please help me.”
And my heart plummeted, panic gripping me tight. I straightened in my seat, my fingers tightening around my phone.
“Where are you?” I managed to sputter, my voice barely above a whisper. Each breath felt heavy, as if I were drawing in lead instead of air.
“I... I don’t know... please...” Her cries echoed, raw and desperate, twisting my gut into knots. I clenched the phone tighter, feeling her fear seep through the receiver, a palpable thing that gripped me like a vice.
I felt my surroundings tilting, the air thickening as dread washed over me. My mind raced, conjuring images of accidents, dark alleys, and shattered glass.
I quickly squeezed my eyes shut as images of her lying in a pool of her own blood tried to push its
