Savoring the Fall

Sylvia's POV.

I sat back in my plush leather chair, the light of my phone bringing the otherwise dark room. My fingers drummed rhythmically on the armrest as the grainy live footage from the warehouse played on the screen. Vivienne, disheveled and clearly shaken, was sitting in that filthy chair, her face wet with tears, her defiance etched into every line of her body. The camera had a perfect ang