Don’t make a scene.”
“I’m not.”
Chloe’s phone sat near her chest.
“Maybe this is better for everyone.”
I looked at her.
“Do not record this.”
Her thumb stopped.
Julian pointed upstairs.
“Pack what you need.”
One suitcase.
Two dresses.
Three blouses.
Shoes.
Eleanor’s necklace.
I left the navy scarf from the night Julian’s first major contract closed.
At the foyer table, I put down the estate key.
“You can keep the house tonight.”
Julian stared.