What They Left Behind
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?