“I pulled into the street and watched a woman drive away from our driveway,” Julie said. Each word came out controlled, like she was forcing herself not to shake. “Dark car. Hair pulled back. She didn’t even look at the house. Just drove off.” Marcus went still. His mouth opened slightly—then closed again.
That silence—refusing to explain, refusing to deny properly—snapped something in Julie. “So you’re just going to sit there?” she said, voice rising. “You’re not going to tell me what’s going on?” Marcus looked away for half a second. When he looked back, his face was shut down. “Julie…” “Stop,” she cut in. “I saw it.