Vivienne's hands trembled at the door. Her breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling too fast, like she had run a mile. Her fingers brushed the edge of the wood and she froze there, caught in the act like a thief. Her brain short circuited. Nothing made sense. She didn't know what to say. She didn't even know what expression to put on her face. She just stood there with her eyes glued to the door, feeling her heart pound like it was going to rip through her ribs.
What lie could she possibly tell if he asked her? What excuse could possibly cover this? Nothing. Not a single damn thing.
André, on the other hand, did not seem shocked at all. His calm was terrifying. He said nothing. Not one word. It was obvious he saw her. It was obvious he knew what she had been doing. He had seen her hand on the door. He had caught her completely.
