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There was no chaos, no gossip, no shadows of the past, just him, me, and the kind of quiet that felt like peace. On Sunday, I visited Julien with Oliver. The morning light was soft. Oliver ran off almost immediately to play with the little model jets Julien kept on a shelf, while Julien stood waiting with a mysterious bag in his hand. “It was delivered this morning,” he said, eyes glinting with that boyish secret he could barely hide. “What is it?” I asked, taking the bag. “Open it.” I lifted out a stack of seven hardcover books, sleek, matte, and beautifully bound. Each had a country’s name embossed on the front in gold letters: Tokyo. Italy. Egypt. Cape Town. Dubai. Maldives. Paris.

So, for that child, he could discard me as easily as one kicks a pebble out of the way. Elaine, with a sly twist of her hips and a smirk, helped me to my feet and murmured in my ear. "Mila, just between us, James is Malcolm's and my little secret." In that instant, the pain in my hand and the ache in my heart vanished into a surreal numbness. The hurt from the betrayal, the fight against the injustice—it all fell away into silence. I did not scream, nor did another tear fall. Swallowing the pain, I straightened my clothes with the last shred of grace I had left, ignoring the smug Elaine, and turned to make my way to the city hall.

The perfect life with Jenna Grabbing his travel mug of coffee, and his briefcase he heads to his unmarked car. His very first pay check ten years ago, he went and bought this car and it’s still going. When he got to the station and checked his voicemail, there were five new messages, all from the family of the victims from the murder drug scene he worked a month ago. They’re understandably hurt, shocked and desperate for answers, and they're calling to see if he had any leads or evidence.