Chapter 9

Vivian stared at Fiona as though she had spoken in another language.

“What?” she asked again, her brows knitting together.

Fiona nodded, her excitement returning, though more restrained now.

“I’m telling you. I saw him at the airport. Clear as day. Adrian Cole. He came in like someone who had just arrived in the city. Small luggage, straight posture. Looked like business or something.”

Vivian scoffed softly and turned her face away. She said nothing.

The silence stretched.

Fiona’s shoulders sagged.

“Hey… I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “Sorry if I brought back something you are trying so hard to forget.”

Vivian inhaled deeply, then let it out in a shaky breath.

“It is fine,” she said. “I brought it upon myself anyway. It is fine.”

“You sure?” Fiona asked, studying her face.

“Yes,” Vivian replied quickly, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I am.”

Fiona smiled back, though it was tentative.

“Al