Vivienne's POV
Life continued.
That was the strange part. I had agreed to five days and then Charles had gone back to work and I had sat at the window table for another twenty minutes finishing water I didn't need and then I had driven to Lumière and run three meetings and approved a campaign brief and eaten lunch at my desk and life had simply continued as though nothing had shifted underneath it.
Which it had.
But the shifting was quiet. That was the thing about the kind of change that actually mattered. It rarely announced itself loudly. It just settled into the structure of everything and changed the way light moved through it.
....
Day one.
He called at eight in the evening the way he always called. We talked for forty minutes. He asked about the supplier meeting I had mentione
