Two days passed without a word from Marcus.Vivian counted the hours. She counted them while she scrubbed the kitchen floors, while she folded linens in the laundry room, while she carried trays to rooms she was not supposed to enter. She counted them until the counting itself became a kind of prayer.On the first day, she told herself he was simply being careful. Marcus had contacts to meet, evidence to hand over, people to warn. These things took time. On the second day, she began to worry.By the evening of the second day, she was standing at her window, staring out at the darkened grounds, searching for any sign of movement. There was none. The garden was empty. The gates were closed. The house was silent.Marcus had promised two days. The two days were almost gone.---That night, Vivian did not sleep.She sat on the cot with her back against the wall, the key to the service tunnel clutched in her hand. She had not let it go since Marcus had given it to her. It was the only thing
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