“You were.”
He smiled faintly.
Things between us were not easy.
But they were honest.
Julian moved out of his father’s house immediately after our confrontation.
Richard transferred the trust as promised.
By then, however, Julian understood that the money had never truly been the point.
Control was.
So were secrecy and consent.
Julian started seeing Ivy regularly.
Not whenever he wanted.
According to the schedule we agreed on.
Before every change, he asked.
If he wanted to take her somewhere new, he told me.
If she had a difficult feeding, he called.
If plans changed, we discussed them.
That afternoon, he closed Ivy’s car door.
“Six?”
“Six.”
