I sit on the edge of the bed with my half-packed bag beside me and I open my email.
Rhys has forwarded something.
A screenshot. From Vivienne's phone. I do not know how he got it and right now I do not care because what I am looking at stops every thought in my head completely dead.
It is a conversation.
Between Vivienne and Derek.
From two and a half years ago.
Two and a half years ago, and two months before Derek proposed to me.
I read it once fast and then again slowly because the first time my brain refused to fully process it.
Vivienne: Are you actually going to marry her?
Derek: It makes sense. She is stable. Good on paper. My parents love her.
Vivienne: And us?
Derek: Nothing changes between us. You know that. You are getting married too, it is the
