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Vivian.
I hadn’t meant to wear the silk robe when Landon came home. I’d intended to get dressed, to meet him at the door in something more… maternal. Something more appropriate. But the morning slipped away from me in small, distracted rituals—pouring coffee, wandering barefoot to the window, fussing with my hair—until suddenly his car was in the drive and my heart was pounding like a guilty thing in my chest.
I smoothed my robe, fingers catching on the sash, and told myself I’d just run upstairs to change before he got out of the car. But I didn’t move. Instead, I lingered by the mirror in the entryway, studying the woman who stared back at me with anxious, bright eyes and lips parted as if caught mid-confession. The silk clung to my skin, cool and slippery, tracing the curve of my h
