Vivienne's POV
I took the file home.
Ella had made me a copy without being asked, which meant she had anticipated that I would need to sit with it somewhere that wasn't her office, somewhere I could move through it at my own pace without the feeling of being observed while I processed what it contained.
I knew her well enough to know this was an act of care rather than just efficiency.
I made tea I didn't drink and sat at my desk and opened the file to the last page.
Maria Blackwood.
....
The name had been living in me since Renton Street.
I'm sure it's nothing. Forget I mentioned it.
Louis had dropped it like an afterthought and walked away and I had stood on that pavement and known immediately that it was not nothing and had not forgotten it for a single day since.
And then the
