"Answer her, Julian."
Richard's voice cuts through the dark parking level like he has every right to stand there and ruin other people's lives.
I do not look at him. I keep my eyes on Julian.
He does not move at first. The red light above us throws half his face into shadow. His jaw is tight. His hands are at his sides, but not relaxed. He looks like a man standing on a frozen lake, hearing the ice crack under his own feet.
"What did you sign?" I ask again.
This time, my voice is softer. That is worse. Anger is easy. Softness lets the truth in.
Julian swallows once. "A marriage contract." The words hit me, but not hard enough. Not yet. "What kind of contract?" I ask. He looks at me then. Really looks at me. There is no pride left in his face now. Just something worn down and ugly and
