Chapter Twenty-Five

Vivienne Langford (First Person)

I don’t remember getting home.

That part—leaving the museum, the cab ride, unlocking the door to the brownstone—vanished the moment I stepped into that room. The sketchbook. The mural. That photograph of us. Us.

Emeline.

She had a face now.

And I couldn’t st...

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