Vivenne POV
I knocked on the door, my heart racing with anticipation. I had been worried about Linda all morning, and I was relieved to finally be at her doorstep.
At first, there was no answer. I knocked again, a bit louder this time. I could hear movement inside, but the door remained closed.
I was starting to get worried. What if something had happened to Linda? What if she was hurt or in trouble?
Just as I was about to knock again, the door creaked open. Linda stood before me, her face swollen and her eyes red from crying.
"Linda, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.
She looked up at me, her eyes welling up with tears. "Vivienne," she whispered, her voice cracking.
I pushed open the door and stepped inside, wrapping my arms around her. "What's going on?" I asked, holding her tightly. "You look like you've been crying for days."
