“You’re saying you can’t forgive me?”
“I’m saying forgiveness doesn’t erase consequences.”
The silence between us felt heavier than any argument.
Then Julian reached into his pocket.
“I found something.”
He pulled out a small envelope.
I recognized it immediately.
My heart stopped.
That envelope belonged to me.
I had kept it hidden among my old documents.
“How did you get that?”
Julian looked confused.
“It was in the drawer.”
My stomach tightened.
That drawer contained personal records from before we met.
Things I never discussed.
Things I never planned to discuss.
“What is it?” he asked.
I stared at the envelope.
Then at him.
“Where exactly did you find it?”
“In the cabinet beside your desk.”
A cold feeling moved through me.
Because I knew what was inside.
And Julian clearly didn’t understand what he had discovered.
I reached for the envelope.
My fingers trembled slightly.
