The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

My job was to tell the truth.

PART 5 — JULIAN CALLS FROM ANOTHER NUMBER

At six that evening, a number I did not recognize appeared on my phone.

I answered because I thought it might be Marcus.

It was Julian.

“Where are you?”

“I’m not discussing my location.”

“What is wrong with you?”

I almost laughed.

“What is wrong with me?”