Chapter Nineteen
Gillian opened the door to her office at eight that morning, seeing a blur before her, familiar things looking oddly strange, the smell of it unusual, the thought of work itself jarring after an amazing weekend. She felt much the same returning to her apartment at ten o’clock the evening before, exhausted in every way she could think of—physically, emotionally and mentally.
She was being ‘trained’.
Thankfully, the young attorney had nearly two hours before she was due in court. She’d need that time to gather her thoughts and return them to her busy law practice. And yet, her mind couldn’t help but float back to the scenes from the weekend that would resonate throughout her for some time. Her mind melted into memory and her body jumped alive on the thread of connected s
