It wasn't a question.
I stared at her. "How did you—"
"You have that look. The one people get when ghosts show up uninvited." She tilted her head slightly. "Also you turned off your phone completely. You never turn off your phone. Emergencies could happen. Iris could need you. The fact that you powered it down entirely means someone you don't want to talk to has access to your number."
I said nothing.
Couldn't. Because she was right and hearing it out loud made it worse.
Vivienne walked around to the passenger side. Opened the door. Slid into the seat beside me without asking permission.
She sat there. Silent. Not fidgeting. Not checking her tablet. Not doing anything except existing in the space next to me.
The quiet stretched. Comfortable, somehow.
