POV: Vivian AshfordEthan books the rooftop without telling me what it is for, which should have been a signal, but Ethan takes me to dinner sometimes just because he knows I have not eaten properly and he is that kind of person, and I did not read the signal because I was not looking for it.The rooftop is beautiful. March in New York has finally decided to be almost spring, the kind of evening where the cold is thin enough that a coat handles it, and the city is doing its thing below us, and there are candles on the table and the skyline is glowing the way it does when the light is exactly right, and I sit down and I look at it and I think, for one genuinely good moment, that everything is going to be okay.Then I look at Ethan's face.He has the expression he gets when he has decided something and is going to say it and has been rehearsing how to say it, which is different from the journalist's face and the friend's face, more exposed than either."Ethan," I say."Let me say it," h
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