Eleanor stared hard at Julian through the phone.
His tone and expression both stayed flat, giving her nothing to work with.
After a pause, she answered.
"I'm not coming."
Julian let a beat of silence pass before pulling something out of his briefcase, unhurried.
A document.
Close enough to see him, far enough that the contents stayed a blur. Instinct told her it had everything to do with her.
"Don't come over, and I throw this in the trash."
His voice through the phone stayed still as a lake.
Eleanor's pulse spiked.
"What is that?"
"Everything you've been wanting."
Her eyes lifted.
The divorce agreement. Redrafted. Had to be.
Her grip on the phone tightened.
"I'm having dinner with a friend. Whatever's in that document, we can talk about once I'm done."
It wasn't that she d
