Inside the jacket
Julian’s eighteenth birthday party.
Amidst the cheers and egging of everyone, he pulled me into the penthouse suite on the top floor of the hotel.
A night of pure recklessness. I clutched the exquisite Cartier necklace from the bedside table, a hollow, bitter laugh escaping me until dawn. I honestly thought I was the leading lady in his story.
Then came the cold light of morning. I heard him on the phone just outside the door, his voice laced with a tenderness I’d never heard before, a sickening sweetness.
