Silence from Ethan's end. "Do we understand each other?" Julian asked.
Whatever Ethan said must have been an agreement because Julian's posture relaxed slightly. "Good," he said. "Don't call this number again."
He hung up and set the phone down on the coffee table, his hands shaking slightly from controlled anger.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
Julian turned to look at me, his expression still hard. "I should be asking you that," he said. "He wanted to make a deal, wanted me to destroy the medical records in exchange for leaving you alone."
"As if he has any right to negotiate," I said bitterly.
"Exactly," Julian agreed. "He's panicking, he knows if those records go public, everyone will know he killed his own child over a lie."
I sat back down on the couch, processing this. "You told him
