Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

High. The shaky blue ink of my name looked incredibly crude next to his teenage handwriting.

Julian stared at the comparison, his face losing what little color it had left.

He reached down and twisted the gold band on his left ring finger, turning it twice around the knuckle.

“You always had a slight tremble in the ‘r’,” I said. “You continue reading …