Chapter 502
Julie's point of view
I jerked my chin up to study his face. He was staring blankly at the empty space ahead, his features locked in stone. But I caught the faint, brutal tightening of his jaw the telltale sign of a man dragging up words he had never trained himself to say.
"Its ceilings were high, its rooms were endless, and everything was meticulously in its place," he continued, his thumb pausing on my skin. "It was just a bed I collapsed into when I had nowhere else to bleed. Nothing pulled me back to it."
I didn't know how to respond. My breath hitched in my throat. I knew Robert didn't talk about himself, and that every single syllable he offered had to be ripped out from some deep, buried vault.
"And what changed?" I whispered, leaning in a fraction of an inch.
