Chapter 308
Vivienne
I can't help staying at her bedside in the hospital.
I can't.
Every time I think about leaving, my feet root to the floor. Every time a nurse suggests I go home and rest, my hands tighten on hers. She's pale and still and mine, and the thought of walking away feels like abandoning her all over again.
But Olga called.
Three times. The first was concern—"Vivienne, dear, where are you? The housekeeper said you left in quite a hurry." The second was worry—"Is everything alright? You've been gone for hours." The third was suspicion—"Vivienne, the mayor's office is asking about a schedule change. I need you home."
I couldn't emphasize anymore without becoming suspicious.
So I kissed Daphne's forehead,she was sleeping, the drip doing its work and whispered promises she couldn't hear.
Instead of heading home, or telling Olga her was in hospital I do neither, and decide to go to her apartment instead.
