She must have taken too long to respond, because Brenton's voice breaks into her dazed thoughts.
"Annalise?"
There are a lot of other words on the page, but all her mind can focus on are the places with her name, printed first and last, and at the very bottom, a signature, reading Brenton Elliot. It's barely legible, but somehow she can read it better than all the careful printing in the entire rest of the document.
"It's… what is this?" She manages to choke out. Her throat is dry, voice coming out scratchy, though she notes with pride that it doesn't shake.
Brenton moves a step closer to her and answers.
"We were talking, Jacob and I, after you left one night, and we decided it really wasn't fair of us to allow this arrangement to continue under the current circumstances. It felt… it
