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Chapter 39: The Photograph in the Locked Drawer
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I didn't sleep after the photograph. How could I? I sat on the floor of Julian's private study, barefoot, in his t-shirt, holding a yellowed photo of a 10-year-old me with a missing tooth and an ugly fish, and a 15-year-old Julian scowling while holding my ponytail so I wouldn't fall into the sea, with blue ink on the back: Little Fish — 2008 — She said she will marry me when she grows up so I don't have to be alone. I said okay. — J Julian sat with me, his bare back against his desk, his legs stretched out, shaking from walking without his cane, his head on my shoulder, his tears dry now, his hands holding mine, holding the photo, like if he let go, I would fall into the sea again and forget again. "I didn't want you to find it like this," he whispered at 3 AM, his voice hoarse. "I wanted to tell you after you became President. After you didn't need me. So you wouldn't think you owed me." "Owed you?" I whispered back, my voice broken, Goodnovel heroine voice, small but fierce. "Ju
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It was 1:47 AM. I know because the clock in Julian's private study — the one room in Seabreeze Villa I was never allowed to enter, the one even Mark needed permission to clean — said 1:47 AM in cold blue light. I wasn't snooping. I swear I wasn't. Goodnovel heroines never snoop, they accidentally snoop. I was looking for a document. Grandfather's final test — Yangtze Deep-Water Port — required government approval, and government approval required Sterling Group's Norwegian deep-water tech certification, which Julian said was in his study, in the safe, file name Nor-Tech-2019-Deep. Julian was asleep. Finally asleep, not pretending, his black hair messy on my pillow, his breathing deep, his hand still holding mine even in sleep, because he does that now, holds my hand like I will disappear if he lets go. I didn't want to wake him. He hadn't slept properly since the fish soup night, since the $73M, since Vincent brought Arthur to his boardroom. So I slipped out of bed barefoot, in his
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