Uninvited Answers

Vivienne’s POV

My phone vibrated against the table just as I finished my pedicure, pulling me back from all the chaotic thoughts that lived rent free in my head to the present. I glanced down and saw Ruslan’s name glowing on the screen.

Ruslan: Are you okay? Does your face still hurt? Want to meet up?

For a moment, I just stared at it. My hand drifted up, brushing over my cheek where a bruise had