Before bedtime, Julian still hadn't returned.
Arthur was venting his anger downstairs while Matilda tried to calm him, though she couldn't resist making pointed remarks. "Julian is being so irresponsible. But Yara, as his wife, you really should be keeping him in line."
'If even his own father couldn't control him, what chance did I have?'
Yet, I had no way to refute her, so I lowered my eyes and said meekly, "I'm sorry."
Arthur couldn't bear it any longer. "This is what comes of the son you raised," he muttered to Matilda. "Forget it, let's just get some sleep."
Late at night, alone in bed and scrolling through my phone, I saw Stacy's update on i********:.
I knew you still couldn't let me go.
No photo, no name mentioned, but I knew she was talking about Julian.
I'm exhausted. Mayb
