Julian had always had a weak stomach. His earlier checkups showed nothing more than a small ulcer nothing that should've become life-threatening. Back then, when I still loved him, I spent so much time making sure he stayed healthy. I searched up remedies, adjusted his meals, even reminded him to take his pills.
That was a year ago.
After what he did… I stopped. I stopped checking in. Stopped caring. Stopped feeling responsible for someone who threw me away.
And somehow, in that single year, everything collapsed for him.
Lewis didn't react much as he closed the report. "No one else has seen this yet. What do you want to do about it?"
I froze.
It felt like he was putting the choice in my hands like he was testing something he already sensed in me.
And even though I trusted him, something about his calm expression made me tread carefully.
I took a slow breath. "What do you think we should do, Mr. Hale?"
