Two years later, Julian and I got our marriage license.
There was no grand wedding, just a simple dinner with close family and friends. Before we made our vows, he handed me a prenup. "Your pre-marital property remains yours. After getting married, we'll each keep a portion of our income and share the rest."
"You're not afraid I'll be mad about this?"
He looked at me seriously. "Respect isn't suspicion. I want you to love me, but I also want you to always have the ability to leave."
As we walked out of the City Hall, Lana sent me a photo. Fresh lilies sat on Yvonne's grave, beside a box of pasta that had long gone cold. The groundskeeper said Callum visited every month.
After losing his job, he'd worked in sales, then as a deliveryman. Whenever he passed the city hospital, he'd stop a
