Vivienne's POV
*Whatever you find out about him.*
I turned it over for three days.
Not continuously. Not with the obsessive single-mindedness of someone who had allowed one sentence to displace everything else. I had a company to run and a mother to call and three friends who required varying degrees of maintenance and a photograph in my desk drawer with four words on the back that had its own unresolved claim on my attention.
But underneath all of it, running like a current beneath the ordinary surface of three ordinary days, Kelvin's words moved in the specific persistent way of something that had found a channel in you and intended to stay in it.
*Whatever you find out about him. Remember that first.*
The structure of the sentence was what I kept returning to. Not the content of i
