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Emily Monroe
I chewed on my lips as I sat in the driveway of the hospital. Today was the court hearing but I had stopped at the hospital to see stiles before heading to court.
For the past five minutes , I’ve been sitting in my car, a little nervous about how today would go.
I was confident in my lawyer but something wasn’t just sitting right with me.
After ten minutes of mulling in my car, I left for Stiles ward. I walked in and found a blue office file in his hand.
“You’re trying to recover. Can you ignore work for now?” I said, snatching the file from his hand, putting it aside.
Stiles grinned at me. “Shouldn’t you be in court?” He asked.
“I wanted to see you first,” I confessed.
Stiles arched an eyebrow at my statement. I couldn’t read his reaction properly to tell if he w
