“Just one week,” he said.

“Face the bank on your own, Julian.”

His phone lit up again.

I saw the word BANK on the screen before he flipped it over.

Victoria was in the living room when I came back through.

She had kicked off her shoes and was sitting in Arthur’s wing chair.

Her pearls lay in her lap with the clasp undone.

“I suppose you’re happy now,” she said.