husband had assured me there was nothing to worry about.
My name is Sofia Vance.
I’m an accountant who works in downtown Dallas, and until recently, I believed I had a marriage built on honesty and trust.
My husband, Julian, held a senior position at his family’s logistics company.
He was successful, charming, and always seemed to have a convincing explanation for everything.
His younger brother Marcus was a familiar presence in our lives.
He attended family celebrations.
Joined us for dinner.
And occasionally offered to help whenever Julian’s schedule became complicated.
I’d always considered him trustworthy.
So when Julian first suggested that Marcus collect me after a late evening at the office, I thought it was a thoughtful gesture.
“You work hard enough already,” Julian told me. “Let Marcus drive. You can relax on the way home.”
It sounded reasonable.
At first.
The routine was almost always identical.
Julian
