He asked me to send him copies.
Then he told me to contact the insurance companies directly through their official numbers and request confirmation.
Within two hours, the situation became even stranger.
The policies existed.
They had been opened only a few months earlier.
And the companies agreed to investigate the authorization records after I explained that I did not remember approving them.
Marcus contacted the proper authorities.
He also instructed me to change nothing about my normal routine until they had enough information to proceed.
“Most importantly,” he said, “do not try to investigate Julian yourself.”
I agreed.
Later that morning, Julian came downstairs dressed for work.
He looked exactly like the husband I had known for fourteen years.
Polished.
Calm.
Confident.
“You look exhausted,” he said.
“I didn’t sleep much.”
“You should relax tonight.”
His voice sounded affectionate.
That was what frightened me most.
I smiled anyway.
