Vivian’s pov

“Daniel, drive safe, okay? Text me when you get to the office.”

I stood at the front door and watched him grab his keys, still wearing that soft concerned look from breakfast.

He leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, the kind of quick everyday kiss that used to feel normal, then pulled back and searched my face one more time like he could tell something was still off.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You’ve been quiet since that text earlier. If something’s wrong just say it.”

“I’m fine. Go. You’ll be late and I don’t want you stuck in traffic.”

He hesitated another second, then nodded...