Short Story Sunday: The Conversation September Consent Series — Part One The message arrived at seven minutes past six. I’m outside. Vivienne read it twice, although there was nothing complicated about the three words. She set her phone on the kitchen counter and looked around the room one final time. Two glasses waited beside a pitcher of water. A leather notebook rested between them, closed, with a pen placed neatly across its cover. The candles remained unlit. The curtains