(Asher)
Harlow spent another twenty minutes going through Greta's folder before she finally gave up. She separated the pages into two piles and pushed everything toward the other end of the table. I didn't ask whether she understood all of it because I valued my life. She looked tired of paperwork already.
"I'm done."
"You barely started."
"I've done enough."
"Greta might disagree."
"Greta isn't here."
I left that alone. Harlow had made more progress today than she'd probably expected when she woke up. She had decided to return to work, told Ridge, and agreed to explore something new with me. The paperwork could wait until tomorrow.
My phone rang beside me. I picked it up and saw Holt's name on the screen. He usually didn't call unless there was something he needed, so I answered.
