Harrison sat at the table. Everything was ready. Food prepared. Wine poured.
Julius would arrive any minute now. With questions. With that photograph.
Harrison took a slow breath. I kept my promise, he thought. Protected you for twenty-six years. Kept you safe.
But when you find out what I did… When you learn the truth… Will you forgive me?
He heard footsteps in the hallway. Then a knock at the door.
Harrison walked to the door. Opened it. Julius stood there. Black coat. White shirt. Face blank.
"Come in," Harrison said.
Julius walked past him without a word. His eyes scanned the apartment. The table. The food. Then back to Harrison.
"Sit," Harrison said, pointing to the chair.
Julius didn't sit. Hands in his pockets, watching Harrison like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
"You wanted to talk," Julius said. "So talk."
Harrison moved to the table. Poured wine into both glasses. "We should eat first."
"I'm not here to eat."
Harrison looked at him. "Then why did you come?"
