The lawyer didn’t touch the ticket right away.
He stared at me first.
Like he was trying to decide if I was bluffing… or dangerous.
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“What exactly do you think you’ll find?” he asked.
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I adjusted my crutch.
Pain shot up my leg.
I didn’t react.
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“I don’t think,” I said.
“I remember.”
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That made him pause.
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“Explain.”
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I leaned back slightly.
The glass walls around us reflected everything.
Cold.
Transparent.
Like there was nowhere left to hide.
