Lowen
We found Vivyan in the sunroom, curled in the window seat with a book open on her knee and a cup of tea steaming at her elbow, as though she'd spent the whole afternoon there.
It was her favorite room in the house. It always had been. Three walls of old wavy glass looked out over the back garden, and in the late light the whole place glowed a soft gold, dust and pollen turning in the air like slow snow. Potted herbs crowded the sills. A faded blue quilt lay folded over the arm of the wicker sofa. She had her shoes off and her feet tucked beneath her, and she'd painted her toenails, I noticed, a deep, cheerful red.
She looked up when the door opened.
She took in the three of us: Axel dangerously still on my left, Celeste pale and fierce on my right, the silver glimmer curling arou
