POV: Reece
It's Monday.
I haven't spoken to Joseph. He has left Father's house earlier than usual for the past couple of days. I know that because I've watched him go—sometimes with Father in tow.
His question looms over me like a dark cloud. I don't want him to think of an alternative plan. If we must get married, then that's what we'll do.
Now, the three of us are at work—Father, Joseph and myself. I do my usual, shuffling papers around and looking busy. But, instead, there's a constant barrage of footsteps parading past my door. No one stops at my door or even knocks.
The last time I checked my phone, it was shortly after one thirty in the afternoon. Now, it's a quarter till four o'clock. The courthouse closes at four forty-five in the afternoon.
A single tap on my door makes my
