The holding room was silent.
The cold concrete walls made the small space feel even smaller, but the weight pressing against Julian’s chest was far heavier.
He stood across the metal table, unable to look away from Elena.
“Julian… she whispered, her voice breaking.
“Please look at me.”
He saw the fear in her eyes.
Every instinct told him she was telling the truth.
Yet the evidence sitting on his desk painted a different story.
Logic and instinct pulled him in opposite directions.
“I would never do this to you,” Elena said quietly.
Julian swallowed hard.
He wanted to believe her.
Before he could answer, the heavy door swung open.
Victoria strode inside without hesitation.
Her eyes landed on Elena before settling on Julian.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Leave.”
“No.”
