CLAIRE

The car ride home was quiet. Julian stared out the window, his expression unreadable. I wanted to ask what he was thinking but didn't want to push.

Marcus navigated through traffic, giving us privacy. When we pulled up to the building, Julian finally spoke.

"I need to be alone for a while," he said.

"Okay," I agreed, though worry twisted in my stomach.

We rode the elevator up in silence. Inside the penthouse, Julian went straight to his room and closed the door.

I stood in the living room, unsure what to do. My phone buzzed with messages.

Nina, asking how the trial went. Lisa Hayes from Vogue, checking...