(Julian's POV)
Three months.
Three months since the blizzard. Serena was sentenced yesterday to twenty years. I read the alert twice, locked my phone, and went back to watching the courthouse doors.
I had gone to the hospital the day after it happened. Arthur's men stopped me before I reached the elevator.
“Mrs. Hart is not receiving visitors.” They were polite and didn't move when I demanded to see her.
Next came the letters. I sent dozens to Chloe, apologizing, explaining, promising anything she might ask. Every envelope returned to my rented apartment stamped in red: RETURN TO SENDER.
My calls went to voicemail, and my texts stayed undelivered.
People who once took my meetings immediately now sent me through secretaries who never found an opening. My accounts remained frozen, and
