And please don’t come asking Julian for money when reality catches up with you.”
I ignored her.
Instead, I looked at Julian.
He sat forward in his chair, staring at the marble floor.
He was wearing the slate-gray shirt I had chosen for our fourth anniversary.
“Do you really have nothing to say?” I asked.
Julian tightened his jaw.
“Leah, Mom is just establishing boundaries.”
He finally looked at me.
“Let’s not make this harder than it already is.”
Boundaries.
His mother was ordering me out of the home I
