Chapter 11: Here is what I learned about myself on that bridge: when the floor drops out from under me, I do not fall. I measure. The river slid by below the window. Julian sat beside me with his mouth slightly open, as if he could pull the sentence back out of the air and swallow it. I did not give him the time. "Which loan?" I asked again, softly. "Tell me what you know." "Lena, I really shouldn't have said anything." "You did." "I'm probably wrong." He pressed his fingers to his forehead, a gesture I had once found endearing. "It was years ago. The hotel's lawyers were going through old files for a refinancing, and there was a note, a bridge loan to Marlowe Builders. It had been sold on. The buyer was Cross Maritime Capital." He glanced at me, then away. "I assumed you knew. Your father must have told you." "My father never talked about money." "He wouldn't have. He was proud." Julian's hand closed over mine again, warm and damp. "Darling, please. I only want you to be car
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