I looked at my hands.“Vivienne,” I said.“Mm,” she said.“What broke you and Adrian apart?” I said. “Really. The real reason.”She was quiet for a long time.“He could not love me,” she said. “Not because I was not enough. But because he had decided he was not allowed.” She paused. “He made a promise. At the end. When Zara was very ill.” Her voice was careful. Like she was stepping across something she was not sure would hold her weight. “She asked him something. I was in the room. I should not have been but I was.”I went very still.“What did she ask him?” I said.Vivienne looked at me.“She made him promise,” she said slowly, “that he would not let grief make him cruel to himself.” She paused. “She said Adrian, when it is time, let someone in. Promise me.”The lamp flickered.“And he promised her,” Vivienne said. “He held her hand and he promised her.”I sat with the weight of that.“But he did not keep it,” I said.“No,” she said. “He kept the grief instead. Organised it. Filed i
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