Vivian’s pov

“Just go already,” I whispered to myself behind the cabinet, eyes squeezed shut, listening to every sound like my life depended on it.

Daniel finished whatever last thing he needed to say about the contract.

I heard the soft scrape of papers being gathered on the desk, the quiet shift of his weight as he stood up straight again.

“Alright, Dad. Thanks for looking at it so quick. I’ll send the email as soon as I get back downstairs and copy you on it.”

“Sounds good,” Robert answered, voice steady and calm like nothing in the world was wrong and his son’s wife was not hiding five feet...