The Years Between Us — Episode 7

good night grandpa the penthouse on the 23rd floor of riverside tower i hadn't been back in years i'd kept the access code but expected the biometric registry to have purged me long ago I said my name. Vivian Whitfield. Then the voiceprint prompt. A soft tone. Waiting. A half-second pause. The lock released. The real estate agent stepped in behind me. He looked

around. Everything's been kept clean. You'd never know the place had been empty. I was still working that out when Mrs. Miller came in from the balcony holding a watering can. Her face into a bright smile. Mrs. Sterling, you're back. I winced. Mrs. Miller, we've been divorced. That That isn't really appropriate anymore.

She flushed. I'm so sorry, Miss Whitfield. Old habit. It's fine.

But why are you here? I settled your wages the day I moved out. Mr. Sterling hired me to keep the place, so it would be ready whenever you came back.

Something complicated moved through me. Cassian had never paid attention to things like this when we were married. And now, years after the divorce, he'd quietly arranged it all. If I said I felt nothing for Cassian, that would be a lie.

But I'd heard it from his own mouth. I don't have feelings for Vivian. I'm not gonna have kids with her whatever small thing had been growing in me back It died the moment those words did