JULIUS
The house was silent that afternoon, and I was grateful.
Sasha and Williams had gone out hours ago, making the air feel lighter without their constant presence. For once, I didn’t have to fake the role of a caring father or sweet husband to someone I was loosing interest in. I could breathe in peace.
I sat at the head of the dining table, flipping through an old newspaper I had no real interest in. My eyes kept drifting to the kitchen doorway, waiting for Emily to come with lunch.
She finally stepped out, carrying a polished silver tray with steaming plates of baked rice, grilled chicken, and fresh salad. She wore a short black gown that hugged her hips like it was her second skin, the hem of it, teasing the top of her thighs. Her skin glowed under the lights, and her hair was
