Vivian’s POV:
I cried.
I cried harder than I ever did.
I cried harder than when my pet goldfish - Nugget - died.
I cried harder than when my ant farm spilled on the ground, and I tripped on top of it.
After that, I refused to get another pet.
I cried harder than when I was on my honeymoon with Liam, where he stays next door for two weeks.
I cried harder than when Liam and I divorced.
Crouching in the corner of the jail cell beside the bars, I wrapped my arms around it, avoiding the looks from the half-naked lady across from me. The police officers stroll by without giving me a second look. I’m assuming they deal with my kind many times.
As if it entered a fierce attack, my hair was in disarray, from who I thought was a r****t/killer beating earlier. There was only a single h
