John

I parked outside the lawyer's office and walked slowly in, giving myself time to try and calm down. To breathe.

Mr. Hurlyey had said it wasn't bad, but the worry that had formed on my drive over was that Kayla was going after Amora. I remembered that she'd said just a few days ago, and I knew my lawyer would categorize such a thing in the bad category, but still, that's where my mind had wandered and stayed for the duration of my trip.

No way am I letting that happen, I promised myself as I opened the door and went into th waiting room. I turned my phone to silent, then crossed to the receptionist to let her know who I was and why I was there, then went to sit down. Before my butt could hit the chair though, my lawyer stepped out, and I knew he must have been waiting for me.

"John," he called, giving me a welcoming smile, which eased my worry a tiny bit.

He wouldn't be smiling if my world was about to fall down around me, right?

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