Vivienne's POV
I waited until Thursday.
Not because I needed more time to decide whether to ask. I had decided on Monday morning when the line went dead and I was standing at my window with cold coffee and the specific clarity of someone who had arrived at the point where not asking was no longer a position she was willing to hold.
I waited because I wanted to ask him in person.
This mattered to me in a way I could articulate precisely. A phone call allowed management. It allowed the voice to be controlled and the face to be kept private and the two seconds of whatever happened in someone's expression when a question arrived that they hadn't expected to be asked to pass completely unseen.
I needed to see his face.
So I waited until Thursday when I was at The Harlow at my usual table
