It was our first time going out together.
I stared at my reflection, then at the makeup spread across the table. If this really counted as a date, I should at least try to look nice… right? But with my skills, I might just make things worse.
I was still hesitating when my phone rang.
Harvey.
My fingers paused before I answered. A small frown formed on my face, but I picked up anyway.
"Vivian, come back to the Miller residence," he said quickly. His voice sounded tense. "It's urgent."
I almost laughed.
He rarely called me first. And when he did, it was never for anything good. This wasn't about family. It was about need.
"Maybe another time. I'm busy today," I replied.
"Just come," he insisted. "The Miller residence is your home too."
My grip tightened on the phone. Something cold settled in my chest.
"Since when?" I asked quietly. "Don't say things like that. I'm not coming. Not today."
"Vivian!" His voice rose, followed by harsh coughing. "I'm sick… just come see me."
