in my chest.
“This is yours,” Vivien said, her voice matter-of-fact. “Two bedrooms, ocean view, fully furnished. I bought it three months ago when I realized what Paul was doing. I’ve been waiting to tell you until the time was right. I guess that time is now.”
I stared at the papers, unable to process what I was seeing. “Vivien, I can’t accept—”
“It’s continue reading …