No One's Pov
Vivien looked down at the book. A sudden thought struck her-
She flipped it over, checking the back cover for some hint. There it was, printed in a clean font: "E.Z"
"Damn it, he's using a pen name," Vivien muttered, the frustration bubbling up. She needed answers, and she needed them now.
Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on her phone, sitting beside the bedstand.
"Damn, it feels so good to see my phone finally," she breathed, reaching for it. "Who knows how long I've been without it." She gripped the device, pressing the power button but the screen remained hollow black. It was dead.
"Ugh!" She felt the irritation peak and threw the phone aside. It landed with a dull thud on the mattress.
Giving up for now, she laid back on the bed.
I guess I'm just worrying too much, she tried to tell herself, her heart rate slowly evening out.
