The world felt different after meeting George. Maybe it was the air, maybe it was the hope I hadn’t felt in years. He wasn’t like Phil; he didn’t try to tame me. He listened carefully, like my voice mattered.
George had a calmness that wrapped around you like a warm jacket on a cold morning. He didn’t make grand promises; he offered plans, legal strategies, and above all, freedom.
Liana stayed back at the apartment while I visited George’s office alone. His firm was tucked away in a sleek building downtown, surrounded by glass and steel. I stepped inside, my nerves wound so tight I could hear my own pulse.
“Kim,” George said as I walked in. He stood up from behind his desk. His voice was soft, yet carried authority. He wore a dark blue blazer over a black shirt, his hair neatly slicked
