I wanted to believe that was what attracted him to her.
A week later, I met Vivian over lunch.
She was not what I expected.
Vivian carried herself with quiet confidence.
She wore a cream-colored blouse, pearl earrings, and no unnecessary jewelry.
Her silver hair was cut neatly around her face.
She spoke slowly, but never uncertainly.
She asked thoughtful questions about my work, my family, and Kyle’s childhood.
Kyle, meanwhile, spent half the lunch checking his phone.
Vivian noticed.
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