Vivienne's POV
I opened the laptop again at eleven forty three.
I told myself I was going to look at it one more time and then close it and go to bed and approach everything with the clear head that sleep produced and the muddled head of a sleepless night could not.
I looked at it for two hours and nineteen minutes.
Not continuously. I got up twice, once for water and once for no reason I could identify except the physical need to move through the apartment rather than sit still inside what I was feeling. But I came back both times and sat down and opened the laptop and looked at the photograph and then looked at myself looking at it in the dark reflection of the window behind the screen.
Charles in a suit.
That was the simple fact of it. A man in a suit standing in front of a buildi
