~*JUNE*~
"W-what?" The word leaves my mouth before my brain can catch up.
Vivienne stares at me, looking thoroughly baffled, as though I've just sprouted a second head.
"Didn’t you hear what I just said?" Her voice is sharp. "I said I’m Tristan Macaulay’s wife." She points at the little girl beside her. "This is his daughter. She wants to see her father."
I heard her. Every single word.
But my brain is still trying to stitch the syllables together into something that actually makes sense.
Somewhere deep down, I’m hoping my ears are the problem.
Or maybe my brain has decided to fog up again, which honestly wouldn’t be the first time.
"Are you deaf or something?" she asks, studying my face.
"I… I heard you," I say quickly, my voice coming out breathless and strange. "I was just shoc
