Vivienne POV

~•~

My leave had started, but my mind refused to rest. Damon’s words sat heavy on my chest. No matter how many times I turned them over in my head, I couldn’t imagine how I was supposed to handle the dozens of roles he had thrown at me.

My phone vibrated on the bedside table. I glanced over, and my stomach twisted when I saw the name. Mom.

For a long second, I froze. My thumb hovered above the screen. What if it wasn’t her? What if it was him again, using her phone the ...