“That is not an explanation.”
Julian looked toward his father.
Then back at me.
“The night you told me you were pregnant, I came here.”
My skin prickled.
“Why?”
“Because I knew I couldn’t keep hiding the past anymore.”
He drew a shaky breath.
“I forced him to tell me everything he had done to your mother.”
Richard spoke from the doorway.
“He already knew most of it.”
Julian ignored him.
“Then Dad offered me a deal.”
I stared.
“What deal?”
“My grandfather left me a trust.”
“How much?”
“About one-point-six million dollars.”
