“Julian still thinks you’re staying home.”
I touched Eleanor’s necklace.
“Let him.”
That evening, Julian did something dangerous.
He became kind.
He poured wine.
Pulled out my usual chair.
Served me potatoes before serving himself.
Evelyn announced that he had been talking all afternoon about making dinner pleasant.
Chloe put her phone facedown.
Julian raised his glass.
“To starting fresh.”
“To what?”
“To us.”
For one second, I wanted the sentence to be true.
That was what made it dangerous.
“You’ve been kinder tonight than you’ve been in years.”
He looked at me.