Vivienne's POV
The alarm went off at six.
I was already awake.
I had been awake since four forty in the specific way of someone whose body had understood what day it was before the alarm had the chance to announce it. I lay in the dark and looked at the ceiling and listened to my mother sleeping in the next room and the city outside doing its early morning thing and the dress hanging in the corner of my room taking up space in a way I could feel even in the dark.
I got up at five thirty.
Made tea.
Stood at my window.
The city below was in its quietest hour. The particular quality of early morning before the day had decided what it was going to be. Clean and unhurried and asking nothing.
I looked at the bracelet on my wrist.
The coordinates catching the first thin light.
I thought
