Vivienne's POV
We didn't unpack.
The bags sat inside the front door where we had put them down and neither of us went back to deal with them because the bags were not the thing that required dealing with right now.
The document was on the kitchen table.
Charles had put it there when we came in. Set it down flat in the middle of the table in the specific way of someone placing something they needed to be able to look at directly rather than carrying it around while they thought about it.
We stood on opposite sides of it.
Looking at it.
The formal language sitting there on the kitchen table of our apartment the way formal things sat when they arrived in spaces that hadn't been built to hold them. Wrong in the specific way of something that belonged to a different register than the roo
