Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

a walk, Julian,” I said, keeping my voice level and choosing my words with care.

“I needed some fresh air.”

He held out the blue folder toward me, his face tight with a synthetic warmth that made me uneasy.

“I talked to Nicole, and we want to make this easier on you,” he said.

“If you sign this voluntary trust agreement, we can drop the continue reading …