ANNA’S POVThe restaurant Mark took us to was nothing like the places we used to visit when we were married, and I noticed that immediately because there was no private room waiting for us, no manager hovering nearby, and no attempt to turn lunch into some grand gesture. It was simply a quiet restaurant in the middle of London, with sunlight coming through the windows and enough noise around us that nobody paid attention to who we were.Vicky sat opposite us, studying the menu with far too much seriousness.“I’ve decided,” she announced.I looked up. “Already?”“Yes.”“What?”“The most expensive thing.”I laughed. “Absolutely not.”Mark looked at her menu. “Order whatever you want.”Vicky pointed at him. “I like you.”“You shouldn’t encourage her,” I said.“She likes expensive food.”“She has expensive taste.”Vicky smiled. “Exactly.”For the first time in a long while, we laughed without having to force it.There were no lawyers sitting beside us, no documents spread across a table,
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