NYQXEE’S POV
We step intoVivian’s sleek black car, the door closing with a solid thud that feels too final. The leather seats are cool against my skin, but they do nothing to ease the fire still crawling beneath it. My hands tremble slightly as I fumble with the seatbelt, fingers clumsy, heart hammering so loudly it echoes in my ears.
I try to swallow down the knot in my throat, but the silence between us only amplifies the storm inside me. I can’t hold it in anymore.
“Vivian… what was that?” I ask, my voice tight and unsteady. “I don’t understand. What he was doing, what any of that was.”
Vivian doesn’t answer right away. She moves with practiced calm buckling in, adjusting the mirrors, checking her surroundings like she’s unfazed. But then she glances at me, and there’s a small twitc
