Her breath caught in her throat.
She turned slowly, instinct flaring.
And there she was.
Genevieve.
Standing behind her like a ghost that didn’t belong in the living world anymore. Her posture was stiff, almost apologetic, shoulders pulled in like she was trying to make herself smaller. Her lips were pressed into a tight line, trembling at the corners. Her eyes, wide, red-rimmed, glassy, looked up at Vivian with something between desperation and devastation.
Vivian’s blood went cold.
Her heart missed a beat.
She stumbled back a step.
No.
No no no no.
“What the hell…” she started, her voice sharp, startled, on the edge of a scream. Her hand instinctively pulled away, eyes raking across Genevieve’s face like she couldn’t believe it was real. “Genevieve?! What the, what are you doin
