HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

His white shirt was open at the throat. Behind him, the chandelier illuminated the foyer like a stage.

“You brought him here?” Graham asked.

Julian’s face remained neutral.

“I brought an order signed by a judge.”

Graham looked at me.

“So that’s what this is.”

“What is this?”

“You and Cross.”

I felt something cold settle into place.

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