Nathan
The elevator doors slid open on the first floor of the courthouse, and I stepped in, adjusting the strap of the briefcase slung over my shoulder, already half lost in my own head.
It was morning, and I was already tired because it had been a long one.
It was one that had been filled with hearings that felt longer than they should have been, and even though I should have been thinking about my caseload, about the things that actually demanded my attention, all I could think about was Eleanor.
Don’t blame me, I always seemed to want things that seemed so unattainable. It had always been what pushed me forward, it was what brought me here. When Dad thought I would still be in his law firm, after he promoted me to senior partner, working there forever, I had left to teach as a prof
