“Arthur told me about your husband,” she said, her eyes fixed on my face. “He said Julian was hanging around the shop this afternoon.”
“Julian is looking for money,” I said, my hand tightening on my car keys. “He cleared our joint account before he left. I have three hundred dollars left on my rent, and the landlord gave me until Friday.”
“Julian always had a way of leaving other people with the bill,” Desiree said.
“He told the lawyer I was being paranoid,” I said. “He said the business debts were mine too, because of the signature on the joint lease.”
Desiree reached out and touched my wrist, her thumb resting against the silver band on my finger.
“I have some savings, Cara,” she said. “And I have people in Oak Ridge who still owe Merinda favors. We can face him, but I need to know exactly what he did.”
“I don’t want to drag you into this,” I said, looking back at the empty diner windows. “It is my debt.”
