Then he looked back at me.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
I gave a quiet laugh.
“I’ve been thinking the same thing.”
“Please listen to me.”
“No.”
I stepped closer.
“Three months ago, I stood beside your family at a funeral. I watched them bury the man I loved.”
Julian looked down.
“And now your brother is upstairs.”
“He isn’t supposed to be here,” Julian said.
That sentence stopped me.
“What does that mean?”
Before he could explain, someone called his name from across the room.
He looked toward the voice.
Then back at me.
“I have to go.”
I caught his arm.
“You knew.”
He didn’t deny it.
That hurt more than anything.
“You knew Adrian was alive?”
Julian’s eyes filled with shame.
“Not at first.”
“Then when did you find out?”
“About two weeks after the accident.”
I felt dizzy.
“Two weeks?”
He nodded.
