CLAIRE
I stared at our joined hands for a moment longer, then pulled mine away and stood up. "I want to confront him," I said.
Julian looked up at me, his expression unreadable. "You don't have to do that," he said carefully.
"I know," I replied, crossing my arms. "But I want to."
Julian stood as well, his eyes searching my face. "Claire, we have everything we need," he said. "We can file the lawsuit without you ever having to see him again."
"I don't want to do it that way," I said, my voice firm. "I want him to know that I know, I want to look him in the eye and tell him exactly what he is."
Julian was quiet for a moment, clearly weighing his response. "It won't change anything," he said finally. "He won't apologize, he won't admit he was wrong, confronting him won't give you closu
