Through the rain-streaked bulletproof glass, I saw Julian kneeling in front of the car. Muddy water spread around his knees, and both palms remained flat on the hood.
My driver checked the rearview mirror. "Donna Moretti?"
"Wait."
I lowered the reinforced window halfway. Julian dragged himself closer on his knees.
"Elara! Thank God. I knew they had you." Rain ran over his face as he tried to catch his breath.
"I remember everything. The loft, the first contract, the all-nighters, the empire. It was real. It was ours. It was supposed to be us."
I had stayed beside him for those memories once. This time, I kept my hand on the window control.
"Please," he said. "Give me another chance. I was a fool. I'm your husband, Elara. I'm your husband."
"You were my husband in another life. I do
