Edward let out a long breath, slumped back in the hospital chair. The memories pulled at his heart. But thinking that Vivienne was back — the knot inside him loosened a little. He whispered: "Doesn't matter. I'll make you admit it." "Kids..." Emma's image flashed through his head. He paused. Then said: "We'll have more." Everything that had been happening lately was wearing him out. But he couldn't fall apart. Vivienne had joined a film shoot, lined up by the agency and The Witness. Different from the ad shoot — this needed more on-the-spot range, more acting chops. Vivienne wasn't trained like the original owner. The acting came a little harder. Good thing she'd banked enough belief early on to swap in a few acting-boost cards. But she knew — that wasn't a long-term fix. After a

