Vivienne's mind had completely darkened, her fingers gripping her phone so tightly that they turned white.

Cyrus had remained unreachable all night, and Vivienne had barely managed any sleep. She had lost all interest in messaging K. What was the point? With a bitter, mocking smile, she thought to herself: if her suspicions were confirmed, anger flared in her chest. How could she keep things fine with Cyrus after he had lied to her for so long?

She thought about their time ...