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Erica
I poured Josh another glass of wine, handing it over to him so he wouldn’t overthink his decision to ditch the court hearing.
He slurred slightly as he took the glass, bringing it to his lips and taking a sip.
His phone rang out and Josh groaned out.
“It’s my lawyer. He won’t stop calling,” he mumbled out.
“Then let me fix that,” I said moving for his phone. I ended the call, sending his lawyer a text immediately, lying about Josh coming down with a terrible fever and won’t be able to be in attendance.
I knew his lawyer would figure out a way with the judge. That was his job after all.
Josh groaned out, the glass slipping from his hand and smashing on the floor, his body lopsided on the couch.
Thankfully he was too drunk to see the disgust in my face as I helped him l
