The Accidental Heart
As a creature of rigid habit, Vivian’s eyes blinked open precisely twelve minutes before her alarm.
Her mind immediately began initializing its morning routine—calculating the daily calendar, prioritizing emails, and bracing for the upcoming quarterly board review.
But as her consciousness fully returned, her analytical brain flatlined.
The air in her lungs froze.
The bed wasn't cold, and it certainly wasn't empty.
In fact, her pristine, structured world had been completely compromised.
Vivian was totally shocked as she witnessed how they had ended up sleeping.
The plush, defensive body pillow she had forcefully slammed down the center of the mattress the night before was completely gone—kic