Vivian's POV
It was two in the morning on a weeknight. Vivian had to be at work in a few hours. She should have been asleep, but instead of doing that very reasonable thing. Vivian was wide awake. She was not in bed either.
Instead, she was in the living room, staring at the TV. There were figures moving across the screen, their mouths in motion despite the fact that no sound was being made thanks to her having pressed the mute button.
To be honest, Vivian was not really watching the movie. She just needed something to keep her eyes busy, so that she did not see the image of Bryce taunting her, telling her that she was no better than him.
