Brutal Awakening

Vivienne's POV.

The morning began with a jolt. I woke up to the sound of Don’s phone vibrating furiously on the nightstand. The sunlight had barely started streaming through the heavy curtains, and the stillness of dawn was broken by his sharp intake of breath as he grabbed the phone.

“Yeah?” His voice was groggy, thick with sleep, but within seconds, his entire demeanor shifted.

“What?” he barked