An Infinite Love Story

Prologue

That night, she dreamed of space.

Of stars, and planets, of a yawning void that appeared to stretch on through eternity, its vastness astounding her.

She dreamed of things she’d never seen, things she likely never would see, and yet, impossibly, they surrounded her, so close that she could nearly reach out and grab on to a star as she hurtled through oblivion.

And then—a whisper—her name, the sound of it beating in her heart like a drum.

Viv.

When she woke, her husband was gone.