The drive down the mountain took four hours.
The roads were very bad, packed with snow and ice, the car crawling along the edge of cliffs that dropped into white nothing. The driver did not speak. He just kept his eyes on the road and his hands tight on the wheel.
Sebastian sat in the back seat, Julian's hand in his. Neither of them had said much since they left the cabin. The silence was not uncomfortable. It was the silence of two people who had said everything that needed to be said and were now just waiting.
Julian stared out the window, watching the trees blur past. His thumb traced slow circles on Sebastian's knuckles.
"What are you thinking about?" Sebastian asked.
Julian did not look away from the window. "I am thinking about my father's face when he sees us together. In publi
