I knew Viviana would leave if she could, but hearing her admit it out loud does something strange to me.
I shove the feelings aside. They don’t matter.
“We’re a family,” I tell her, the words ringing every bit as cruel and hollow as I intended them to sound. “Families stay together.”
Raoul and Anatoly are huddled together in the entryway. When I walk into the room, they split apart, looking guilty.
“Viviana just left,” Anatoly explains. “If you wanted to catch a ride to work, you missed it.”
“I’m working from home today.”
And maybe every day this week. This month. However long it takes until I don’t feel every inch of distance between myself and Viviana. When I stop thinking about closing that distance, maybe then I’ll head back into the office.
“Does that mean we’re going back to d
