(Julia’s POV)
After I saw the strange credit alert—$50,000 from a name that hit me like a punch—I didn’t confront Raymond. Not right away.
For all I knew, he was just a fling. A body to keep me warm and distracted.
Sure, I liked his voice. I liked the way he showed up each time I was having one of my strange episodes. But truthfully?
He was still a stranger. One with secrets.
Just like me.
So, I did what I always do when something doesn’t feel right.
I smiled.
And pretended not to know a thing.
Later that morning
The smell of burnt coffee pulled me out of sleep.
Sunlight spilled through the blinds in broken lines. I sat up slowly. My head was pounding, and my heart was still restless from the night before.
Raymond was already in the kitchen—shirtless, humming something off-key.
