Vivienne's POV
I sat on the edge of my bed.
The phone in my hand. Ella's voice still in my ear even though the call had ended. The dress behind the door. The city outside just beginning its early morning and entirely indifferent to what had just landed in this room.
I sat there for a while.
Not moving. Not reaching for the next thing. Just sitting with it the way you sat with something that needed to be fully received before you could decide what to do with it.
The photograph was real.
Maria had been pregnant four months ago.
But the date stamp had been changed. Someone had taken a photograph from four months ago and altered the metadata so that it appeared recent. So that when Maria placed her phone on a café table three days before a wedding the woman sitting across from her would
