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The cafeteria noise drops by half when Vivienne moves. Every head turns. Every head always turns. She's crossing the room with that easy, practiced confidence - heading straight toward your table. Straight toward you. You don't look up. Your fork moves. Someone nearby holds their breath. She stops in front of you, and the whole room is watching to see you fall apart like everyone else does. But you just glance up, unbothered, like she's anyone. For the first time in a long time, Vivienne doesn't know what comes next. And that terrifies her more than it should.