Archie
I hadn't expected Vivienne to show up at the house. I certainly hadn't expected her to show up unannounced, standing in my foyer with the same confident, entitled posture she'd always carried, like the three years since our broken engagement had simply been a brief inconvenience rather than the end of something I'd once believed was real.
"Archie," she said, as though we'd spoken yesterday rather than not at all since the week I ended things. "You look well."
"Vivienne. What are you doing here?"
"I saw the article," she said, holding up her phone as if that explained everything. "The mystery woman. I have to say, I'm surprised. I thought after everything, you'd learned to be more careful about who you let close to you."
"That's not why you're here." I kept my voice level, thoug
