"How are you so calm about this?" I demanded, staring at him in disbelief.
He looked up at me with those cold gray eyes and said simply, "Because this is exactly what I wanted to happen."
I blinked at him, certain I'd misheard.
"What?"
"This," he gestured at my phone and his tablet, "is good for us."
"Good?" My voice rose. "Julian, they're destroying me online right now and you think that's good?"
"They're talking about you," he corrected, his tone maddeningly calm. "There's a difference."
"I don't understand."
Julian set the tablet aside and turned to face me fully, his expression serious but not unkind.
"Right now, everyone is talking about Claire Whitmore," he said slowly, like he was explaining something to a child. "Yesterday, you were invisible, a secret wife nobody knew exi
