The day had been slow, the kind of slow that made you count the minutes and check the clock every few seconds, hoping time would move faster. Work was dragging, and there wasn’t much to do except stare at my screen, answer a few emails, and pretend I wasn’t still thinking about Nick. But just when I thought the day would crawl by without anything interesting happening, Mr. Lawrence Peterson called me into his office.
“Take Jordan with you,” he said, sliding a paper across his desk toward me. “I need you both to pick up some important documents from the courthouse. They were supposed to be sent over, but there was some mix-up, and now they won’t release them unless someone from the office comes in person. You need to sign for them and make sure everything is in order before bringing them b
