Chapter 38
The elevator doors opened on the eighth floor to SLS in gold letters, which stood for Stevenson Legal Services.
I crossed their pristine industrial blue carpet, to the cherry-wood receptionist's desk where Amberly Davidson usually sat, which was vacant.
She must have left, since it was Friday afternoon.
I made my way past the first set of double doors labeled Conference Room A.
The nameplate that read Charles Bradley Stevenson, directed me to the right place.
As I neared, a woman's laugh mixed with a man's came from within. "Sweetheart, it's been tough for you, I know, but sometimes you need to make room for laughter. He would've wanted that."
Sweetheart? What the f**k?!
"I can always count on you to make me laugh. God knows I needed it."
That was Charlie!
What the f**
