All I Saw Was Her

Vivienne’s POV

Vivianna talked.

She walked me through everything that happened after I lost consciousness, her voice careful, measured—like she thought the details might help me feel less disoriented. Like she was trying to stitch the missing hours back together for me, piece by piece.

I wanted to tell her I wasn’t the kind of control freak who needed a full report. But that would’ve been a lie be