Vivienne's POV
I didn't think about it.
I just said it.
"I'm going to my mother's house."
Charles was already standing by the time I put the phone down. Not hovering. Not asking questions. Just up and ready in the way of someone who had assessed the situation in the time it took me to end the call and had arrived at his position without needing to be directed to it.
"I'll drive you," he said.
"You don't have to."
He picked up his jacket from the arm of the sofa.
That was his answer.
....
We didn't talk much in the car.
Not the uncomfortable silence of two people who didn't know what to say to each other. The other kind. The kind that settled between people who were comfortable enough together that silence didn't need to be filled just because it was there.
I looked out the wind
