No one moved.
No one breathed.
Richard’s mouth opened, then shut.
Evan looked from Julian to me and back again.
“What the hell is going on?” he demanded.
I set my suitcases down.
It seemed only fair that if my marriage ended in that house, the truth should begin there too.
Julian stepped inside without waiting for permission.
His associates remained near the door.
The air in the foyer changed the way it does before a storm breaks over water.
Richard tried to recover himself.
