Chapter 9: The Ledger

Nobody celebrated that night. Julian was in a holding cell. I was free. And Rafe Bellandi — who had walked into a police station for me, who had handed a stranger his bedroom in four minutes — had an assault charge and a custody petition, all inside eight hours. He didn't say a word about it. Of course he didn't. I found him in the restaurant kitchen at two in the morning, sharpening knives he was never going to use. "Don't," he said, before I opened my mouth. "You don't know what I...