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Viv
44 days until starting over
Viv retreated to the soothing comfort of Neiman Marcus and wandered its wide aisles aimlessly.
She wasn’t ready to see Drew. Oh, she looked forward to his presence. If anyone could speak to Singer, it would be Drew, who shared his detachment, his ability to simply remain indifferent to anything that made him uncomfortable.
But in another sense, she wasn’t prepared to greet Drew after all these weeks. There were gaps between them, spaces where they no longer met in the middle. It didn’t make any sense. Her expectations hadn’t changed. Drew was a creature of habit; he could no more alter his understanding of their life than he could his hairline.
Neiman Marcus always smelled the same. She passed the cosmetics counter, with its lights and mirrors and s
