As soon as Vivian got into Christopher’s car, the door shut behind her with a heavy, final thud. Like a vault sealing.
And the second it clicked, she broke.
Her breath caught. Her knees buckled beneath her and she collapsed into the passenger seat like her bones couldn’t hold her together anymore. Her hands fumbled, trembling, barely able to grab her pants as she tried to shove her legs into them with frantic, shaking fingers. But she couldn’t do it. Her limbs weren’t listening. Her body wasn’t cooperating.
She was gasping.
Sobbing.
Wild, animalistic cries tearing from her chest like her soul was trying to claw its way out.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered, over and over, her voice shattering like glass. “I don’t…Christopher…I don’t know what to do…”
She buried her face in h
