Vivienne's POV
I didn't plan to tell him.
I had driven home from Lumière with the photograph in my bag and the four words sitting in my chest with the specific weight of something that had arrived uninvited and had no intention of leaving quietly and I had made myself tea I didn't drink and sat at my window and watched the city do its evening thing and told myself I was processing it.
I was not processing it.
I was sitting with it the way you sat with things that were too large for the space you had available for them, turning it over and over without making any progress on what it actually meant or what I was supposed to do with it or why a photograph of a three year old in an unrecognised garden with four words on the back had the power to make Vivienne Donald, founder of Lumière, bu
