Chapter 122

  LIV'S POV   I sat at my desk, fingers frozen on the keyboard, the blinking cursor taunting me with its rhythmic flashes. The blank screen stared back like it knew I was a fraud.   The designs that usually poured out of me effortlessly now refused to come. My head was cluttered.   Not with deadlines or aesthetics, but with one name and it was Viv.   Where the fuck was she?   Even though a part of me wanted to scream that she deserved it, the bigger part I tried to ignore, was worried.   She was close to her due date, and I couldn't shake the image of her alone and possibly in pain.   It haunted me.   I sighed, running my fingers through my hair and leaning back into the leather of my chair. Maybe a coffee break would help. Or a walk.   Just as I was about to rise, the door creaked open.   "Miss Bennett?" a voice drawled.   I blinked, confused. The receptionist hadn't buzzed. No one announced a visitor. But there she was. Martha, Aaron's mother. Standing in my office like she owned the