Vivian’s pov

“Daniel, we need to talk about something important this morning before you head out.”

I sat across from him at the kitchen table with my coffee mug warm between both hands and my heart already pounding hard enough that I could feel it in my throat and lower.

Sunlight came through the window and landed on the side of his face the same way it had for years. For a second I almost lost my nerve again the way I always did.

The words had been sitting on my tongue for months and every time I tried to push them out something stopped me.

Today the pressure in...