Sloane Hayes Kept Track of Every Dollar Before Her Husband Ever Signed the Apex Account

That alone was odd, Julian standing up for anyone.

“You look worn out,” he said.

“It’s been a very long seven weeks.”

He pushed the bag across to me.

Inside was a plain croissant, the kind we used to buy on Sunday mornings before the money got messy.

He had remembered.

That was always the trouble with Julian.

He remembered every little thing that cost him nothing.