Vivienne's POV

Dr. Merrick steps through the front door not long after being called, impeccably groomed as always despite the late hour. His calm, measured demeanor is something I’ve relied on since he first began treating me at sixteen. He knows my history, my triggers, my flaws.

"When was her last episode?" he asks, his fingers lightly pressing against my wrist to take my pulse with precision honed by years of practice.

"Just shy of a year ago," ...