Shattered Defenses

Vivienne’s POV

I couldn’t sit still.

I tried. God knows I tried. But every time I lowered myself into the seat in the waiting area, my body rejected the stillness. My foot would start tapping. My hands would twitch. My heart would beat too loudly in my chest until the panic buzzed up my throat like carbonation, and I’d have to get up again.

So I paced.

Back and forth, back and forth, like somethin