THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Then a door SLAMMED.
“DAD! WAKE UUUUP! It’s CAREER DAAAAY!”
“DADDDDYYYY! WAKE UP! It’s Career Day and I need my badge and I can’t find my clipboard!
Vivian jolted awake.
The blanket slid off her shoulder. She blinked, disoriented, her limbs heavy with soreness and satisfaction. Her brain scrambled to catch up. This wasn’t her bed. This wasn’t her apartment. She was still wearing Christopher’s oversized T-shirt, her hair a mess, her legs bare under the covers.
And then.
The bedroom door burst open.
A tiny tornado of curls and pink pajamas charged across the room and leapt straight onto the bed.
“DAD! WAKE UP! I need you to help me find my stethoscope! Where’s my badge? I’m gonna be late!”
Christopher groaned and rolled over, one arm reaching out blindly. “Fiv
