Help Her

Viviana's POV

Waiting was its own kind of violence.

I hadn’t realized that until now, until days began slipping past in a blur of routines and silences, of guarded glances and half-finished conversations. Every vibration of my phone made my heart stutter. Every unfamiliar car slowing near the gates made my spine go rigid.

The Colombos hadn’t replied.

And somehow, that was worse.

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