(Julian's POV)
Arthur had shut himself in the security room. I wandered through the house, unable to play or sit still.
Hours later, I ended up in the basement. I had not been down there in years. The air smelled of dust, and boxes of Chloe's unpacked belongings filled one corner.
A blackened scrap of paper stuck out beneath a lid.
I pulled it free. Several bars of music remained between the charred edges. It came from the score Evelyn had given me.
A worn ledger lay in the same box.
Evelyn's handwriting filled every page. The entries were accounts rather than confessions.
*September 14th. Cafe shift. +$65.*
*September 17th. Physics tutoring. +$100.*
*October 2nd. Auction House payment for manuscript. -$7,500.*
Six months of small jobs led to that single payment. Every dollar had
