Page 91 of Echoes

Eliana gives me a sad smile, motioning that she's got Siobhan. I give her a small nod, weaving through the room until I get to Grey and Damon.

"What the fuck?" I breathe out.

Grey wraps his arm around me, pulling me against the wall with him. "I know."

My eyes shift to Damon, trying to gauge his reaction to the news. I can't tell if he already knew or if he's in the midst of processing it.

"Do we know what happened?" I ask them.

Damon looks at me, green eyes locking with mine. "Not yet. It's surprising."

"It is," I agree in a somber tone. "She wasn't suicidal yesterday. It doesn't make any sense."

"I agree," Damon replies, looking away to scan the crowd.

Really?

I half-expect them to tell me that these things happen at Lilydale. It's certainly not the first time—even disregarding Sam's assisted death. I know there was another loss before I started.

It's why I started.

"Does the society know anything about it?" I ask quietly.

This time, I'm not accusing them of anything. They are usually the first people to know what happens around here. Surely they would have seen activity on the camera feeds or been notified from the guards.

The society knows everything.

"I need to go chat to Jillian," Damon says, turning to Grey. "We'll have a few extra hours to look into this, but I've noticed there's a handful of new guards on duty."

Grey nods firmly. "Arthur is trying to keep control."

"Does that mean we won't be able to move around freely?" I chime in. "We need to look into this. Something doesn't sit well with me."

Damon glances over at me. "I agree with Avery. It's suspicious. We certainly didn't do anything, but that doesn't mean no one else did."

"Did Vivian have any enemies?" I ask hesitantly. "Why would anyone target her? She's just been keeping to herself."

"I don't know, babe," Grey answers. "But we'll find out. If we're not around at free time, stay close to Theo. I'll come find you when I can."

I nod, grimacing. "I have a psych session with the new doctor after breakfast."

Damon smirks slightly at me. "Sorry."

"No, you're not," I shoot back. "Though maybe it wasn't a bad idea to reduce poor Dr. Smith's workload—especially now."

"Please," Damon sneers. "Christopher lives for chaos like this. He'll be mad that he has to share."

Grey grabs my hand, giving it a squeeze. "Let's go grab some breakfast before the bell rings. We'll keep you updated."

"Alright," I mutter, giving Damon a small smile before we head to the food. I notice him duck through the crowd, probably looking for Jillian and Byrone.

We'll get to the bottom of this, Vivian. I promise.

"Avery White."

I glance over the desk at the new psychiatrist, taking in his appearance. He's the complete opposite to Dr. Smith—in his mid-fifties, bald, dark blue eyes, and dressed in smart casual wear.

I've gotten so used to seeing the staff dressed in suits that Dr. Elsher's black button-down shirt and dark jeans have thrown me off.

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