Vivienne's POV
I put my phone in my pocket.
I stood in the doorway for a moment.
The room continued around me. Maya and Charles's father still in their conversation. Lyla and Mrs. Chris d**k. Kelvin making my mother laugh again at something. Charles across the room looking at me now because he had felt the shift in me the way he felt most things, without being told, just from the quality of my stillness changing.
I gave him a very small shake of my head.
Not now.
He held my gaze for a moment.
Then he nodded.
I went to my bedroom and closed the door and sat on the edge of my bed and read the article properly.
....
It was well written.
That was the thing that sat with me alongside everything else. Whoever had been given this information had been given enough of it to construct som
