CLAIRE

When I got home from the Vogue interview, Julian was sitting at the dining table surrounded by legal documents.

His laptop was open, three different folders spread out, and he had that look of intense concentration I'd come to recognize.

"Hey," I said, setting down my bag. "How was the rest of the court session?"

Julian looked up, his eyes tired. "Long," he said. "More character witnesses, people talking about what a wonderful person my mother was."

I walked over and kissed the top of his head. "That must have been hard," I said.

"It was fine," Julian replied, his voice flat. "How was Vogue?"

"Amazing actually," I said,...