THIRTY-EIGHT
I wake up the next morning feeling exhausted and anxious for Ryan's preliminary trial today. I never thought this would happen and we raised a good amount for the bail money. I was mainly hoping against hope that my father would let him go. By the time I got to the office I felt like three hours had passed when in reality an hour passed. That was including walking to work and getting ready which wasn't bad. Everything felt surreal. Mark put his hand on my shoulder causing me to jump almost out of my seat. "Are you okay?" "Hmm?" I ask absentmindedly biting my lip. "Is everything okay?" He ruffles my hair causing me to scowl. "Oh. Yeah." I say shaking thoughts of Ryan from my mind. "Do you need your coffee and breakfast sir? Also, any snacks or drinks for the meeting later or are there
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