“Vivienne…”
The woman beside him looked between us.
“You know her?”
Dominic hesitated.
Only for a heartbeat.
But that heartbeat told me everything.
“She…”
He forced a laugh.
“She used to help with some community outreach projects.”
Used to.
Not my wife.
Not Sophia’s mother.
Just someone convenient to erase.
Sophia took one uncertain step forward.
“Daddy?”
Every conversation in the lobby stopped.
The little boy beside Dominic looked confused.
“Dad… who’s she?”
The woman in the emerald dress frowned.
