“Just the two of us, sixty miles away from the town gossip.”

“The doctor said I should avoid long car trips until my thirty-sixth week,” I said.

“It’s forty-five minutes on the highway,” Julian said softly.

“We need to rebuild our marriage, Vivian.

I want to be a real husband to you and a real father to our son.”

For five seconds, a small, foolish ache woke in my chest, making me wish the man beside me were the man I thought I had married two years ago.

“What about the foundation audit?” I asked.