She had slit her wrists.
Fresh blood stained the bathtub red.
The doctor said it was a good thing she was brought in so quickly, or the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Inside the hospital room.
Vivian Linton lay on the bed, her face as pale as a sheet. She looked to be on her last breath as large tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.
Mr. Linton's face was as dark as iron, and he remained silent.
Mrs. Linton, however, was wailing dramatically, a mess of tears and snot. "Oh, my Vivian, how could you be so foolish? If you died, how could your mother possibly go on living..."
"Sis, what on earth happened? Why would you do something so drastic?" Nicole Linton asked, shedding heartbroken tears.
The whole family was a weeping mess, a dark cloud of misery hanging over them.
When her sister asked, Vivian Linton didn't answer. She simply turned her mournful, resentful gaze toward the newly arrived Tristan Sterling.
Her tears flowed even faster.
