Vivian woke the next morning to the sun dripping into her room, hues of golden yellow casting a fantastical feeling on everything in the room, including Everett. She wasn’t sure if it was his candor as he told her about his mother or the deep need in his eyes, but Vivian had leaned in. She’d leaned all the way in.
This time she had used Everett as a distraction. A distraction from the conversation she didn’t want to have, just as he had that night in Cairo. Maybe a part of her let go because she knew in the light of day, away from the dark shadows in the night, she’d be leaving. Everett had no plans to agree with Ava and Vivian knew when it came down to it she would have to choose Ava. Just as Everett was going to choose Cici.