Zara Fox's POV
We arrived at the airport with my parents. The moment of parting was inevitable: they were leaving for London, and we were returning to New York to begin our married life.
"Take care of her," my mother whispered in Julian's ear, though I heard her perfectly.
"Always, Isabella," he replied, with the same courtesy he'd shown them from the start.
They hugged me tightly. Dad pressed me against his chest, that place where I'd always felt safe, and Mom placed a kiss on my cheek that lingered a second too long. The relief in their eyes at seeing me alright, at seeing me standing after the emotional meltdown when I'd challenged them about Henry, was worth every lie we were perfecting.
Julian was thoughtful, almost absent. His jaw was tense. However, when it was time to say
