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- Parts 28
John's voice broke the silence, low and uncertain. "Is that... her?"
Mycroft, ever composed, glanced up from his phone. "Yes. That's Vivian."
John turned to face him fully, brow furrowed. "Vivian."
"Vivian Holmes," Mycroft said, tone clipped but not unkind. "They married six years ago. Small ceremony. Family only."
John leaned against the wall, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I've known him for four years. Two of those, he was pretending to be dead. And I never even knew she existed, Why."
Mycroft tilted his head slightly. "It's Sherlock."