Morning Mirage

Vivienne's POV.

The sunlight streaming through the curtains felt harsh on my face, far too bright for the ache pounding in my chest. My heart felt as though it had been squeezed, wrung out, and left to dry in the cold. I stared up at the ceiling, my thoughts racing as they had been all night. Sleep had come in short, restless bursts, each one interrupted by the same gnawing question: who had done