(JULIA POV)
Rays of light spilled across Julia’s apartment. Her apartment looked small. A cereal sat abandoned, it looked half empty, Jake had left it there. His toys cars sat down looking arranged in neat rows.
Sitting at the table is Julia , her elbows are rested on her knees while buried in her hands are her face. Sleep had seem far from her. Every time she managed to get her eyes to close, She kept hearing Andrew’s voice over and over again —“Four years, Julia. Four years I never knew about the existence of my son.”
Her chest ached, she felt torn between feeling guilty and angry at herself. She didn’t expect the revelations that happened the night before. At least not like that.
A knock startled her. Firm. Demanding.
Her pulse quickened. She didn’t need to look through the peephol
