VIVIAN
The guest bedroom was nice. Lavish. More than what I was used to. The bed’s silk sheets and goose-down duvet felt like laying on a cloud. After the exhausting day I had, I should have been able to drift off without a hitch.
Instead, I tossed and turned all night, unable to still my mind.
I thought about Molly, how terrified she must have been. I wondered where they were keeping her, if the cartel had hurt her, if she was even alive.
I shuddered, hiding my face in my hands. The thought was chilling. What if they’d killed her just because she pointed out an error in the books in my place? It should have been me. It should have been me who marched into Arty’s office. It should have been me who had to suffer the consequences, not her.
I thought about Wally. I didn’t mean to drag hi
