It was, I would come to learn, entirely characteristic of him.

He was a man who felt things deeply and expressed them through action rather than display, who showed his love by showing up and fixing what was broken.

I did not know any of that yet, on the phone that morning.

But I would.

Chapter 17 — Why Were Your People Tracking Me?

“Arthur,” I said, and my voice was barely above a whisper, and I could feel Julian watching me from across the desk.

“Why were your people tracking me?