Chapter 100
Vivienne had spent the entire morning convincing herself that she still had control.
But by nine-thirty, that illusion was gone.
She sat in the passenger seat of a cab with her phone clenched between both hands, staring at the last message Rhett had sent her the previous night.
‘Get some rest. We’ll talk tomorrow.’
It was the coldest message he sent since she came to the mansion.
The cab rolled past a row of small businesses, a laundromat with three washing machines visible through the glass, a diner with a handwritten sign advertising pancakes for $6.99, and a gas station where two bikers stood beside their motorcycles drinking coffee from paper cups.
Ordinary life was happening everywhere.
People were going to work and children were being dropped at school. Someone wa
