CLAIRE
Julian came home exactly one hour later. I heard his key in the lock and stood up from the couch, my heart pounding.
He walked in looking exhausted, his hair disheveled like he'd been running his hands through it repeatedly, his eyes red-rimmed but dry. "Hey," I said softly.
"Hey," he replied, closing the door behind him.
We stood there for a moment, neither of us moving, the space between us feeling wider than it actually was. "Are you okay?" I asked finally.
Julian let out a breath that was almost a laugh. "No," he said honestly. "But I will be."
He walked over and sat on the couch, I sat beside him, close but not touching, waiting for him to speak.
"I've been with my lawyers all morning," Julian said. "And the police, they want a statement about the video, about what I kne
