Vivian's POV
I clutched my coffee cup like a lifeline, my thoughts spiraling into chaos faster than I could catch them.
Liam had vanished upstairs after dismissing my plea about Abby with the cold finality of a judge delivering a death sentence. Like I was some naive child begging for treats past my bedtime.
The memory made my jaw clench.
His refusal had been swift and merciless. No consideration. No discussion. My voice meant nothing to him. Just like it had meant nothing to Abby all those years.
God, I wanted her to pay for what she had done to me. Every cruel word, every manipulation, every moment she had stolen from my life.
Abby deserved whatever hell she was living in that facility.
But the image of her trapped and alone made my stomach twist into knots. Or maybe she was thriving in there. Maybe this was exactly the reality check she needed.
Her voice haunted me anyway, a venomous whisper that never left my head.
This is all because of you.
