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Maya told me the temporary separation was procedural.
“Mercer is being careful,” she said. “Once she confirms what Eli said, I think you’ll leave with them today.”
She was wrong.
I nodded anyway.
I waited near the same bench where Owen had slept against me earlier.
I waited while footsteps passed in both directions.
I waited until the courthouse clock moved far enough into the afternoon that the light coming through the high windows changed color.
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At some point, I took out my legal pad and wrote the date at the top even though the date was already printed on the court notice beside it.
Then I stared at Grant’s empty chair through the open courtroom doors.
He had always been good at making consequences arrive somewhere else.
