Vivienne POV~•~

I could not sleep. The house was quiet, but my mind kept turning over everything I had seen from the window earlier. Their laughter still echoed in my head, light and easy, like they had no worries at all.

I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Liam, and walked to the glass again. The porch light was still on downstairs, faint voices floating up through the night air. I pressed close, the cool pane against my forehead, and watched them one more time before they came ...