Emma and Julian
“Faith,” he said softly, sounding almost broken. The week since he’d arrived here hadn’t been easy, and it seemed to be hitting him all at once. “Have faith in me, Emma. Know that if I lie to you, it’s not for nefarious reasons. Just...have faith in me. Like you used to.”
Everything had changed that night at the beach and not all of it was for the better. But what did it matter. He could just add it to the long list of things he’d lost.