C129 The Cost of Missteps and Confrontations

I shouted, the disbelief clear in my voice. “Julian, how may I want to you? Why could you provide him with cash? What are you up to?”

Julian’s eyes widened, and he reached out as though to touch me, but I pulled back, the betrayal too clean, too raw. “I simplest desired to assist, Helen,” he said, his voice pleading. “I thought if I gave him a little money, it'd buy us some peace of mind