Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

it was too much for you.”

“I did not sign this,” I repeated, but my voice sounded thin, even to myself.

“You signed it at the side table while Nicole was helping you with your tea,” Julian said. “You just don’t remember.”

He reached out to touch my shoulder, but I pulled away, holding the paper tight against my chest.

I looked down at continue reading …