He had spent the night proving exactly how little that word meant to him.

He did not get to borrow my belief in it now.

Chapter 18 — Twenty-Three Minutes

Julian called me back twenty-three minutes after I had left the sixth of my frantic voicemails on his phone.

When his face appeared on the screen from his hotel room in Dallas, he looked merely confused, a little annoyed, a man interrupted at the end of a long business day.

“Evelyn?