When Julian came back to the bedroom, I was sitting by the window, reading his journal. He stopped in his tracks, a rare flicker of panic flashing across his face.
"Eileen, how did you find that?"
He came over quickly, clearly intending to take the journal from me, but stopped a step away. "I'm sorry. I never meant to dig into your life or pry into your past. If these entries make you uncomfortable, I'll get rid of every last one."
Julian was usually calm and ruthless when it came to business. Yet now, he looked like a kid waiting outside the principal's office.
I slowly closed the journal and put on a stern expression. "You've known me this whole time, haven't you?"
Julian fell silent for a long moment before finally admitting quietly, "Yes. 12 years ago, Mrs. Bennett held a charity
