Christopher stood just inside the main doors, his hands stuffed into his coat pockets, his gaze fixed on Vivian as she moved toward the exit.
Her shoulders were hunched, weighed down not just by the exhaustion of the day but by something far heavier—the revelation of Vivian's pregnancy She clutched her bag tightly, her movements rigid and purposeful as if she were determined not to falter in his presence.
“Vivian,” he called, his voice soft but pleading. The word barely escaped his throat, his usual confidence lost in the tension that hung thick between them.
Vivian stopped mid-stride, her grip tightening on the strap of her bag. She turned slowly, her eyes meeting him. They were tired, hollow, and devoid of the warmth he was so used to seeing. Her lips pressed into a thin line before s
