ELARA'S POV
Damien came home from New York on Wednesday evening.
I had dinner ready, not because I'd planned it but because I'd needed something to do with the hours between knowing he was flying back and hearing his key in the door.
He came in and sat at the counter and I put food in front of him and he told me about Julian.
All of it. The apartment, Natasha leaving with Henry, the embezzlement numbers, the moment he'd said I know what happened to you and Julian going completely still.
I listened without interrupting.
"He wants to meet Daniel," Damien said.
"That's good."
"He held Henry's toy the whole time. Didn't notice he was doing it."
I thought about that. Julian Cross sitting with the thing that had broken him wide open while holding a cloth rabbit belonging to his infant s
