she had upgraded her phone.
Julian had offered to transfer her banking applications and security information to the new device.
She had trusted him without hesitation.
At 9:00 a.m., Julian knocked on her hotel room door.
When Elena opened it, he looked as though he had aged overnight.
“We need to talk,” he said. “Chloe took an early flight back to Boston. There’s no point lying anymore.”
“You should have realized that six months ago.”
“I made a mistake—”
“A six-month affair isn’t a mistake, Julian. And stealing