Nathan
When I reached the courthouse, I pulled up to the curb, scanning the steps.
Sure enough, Eleanor was just stepping outside, tucking her phone into her coat pocket, head ducked slightly against the drizzle.
She hadn’t seen me yet.
I watched as she hesitated, clearly debating if she should make a run for it before the rain got worse.
Then I saw her sigh, looking defeated, and started pushing her hands up.
I rolled down the passenger window. “Eleanor.”
She startled slightly before turning toward the car.
Her eyes landed on me, widening slightly in surprise. “Nathan?” she called.
I ignored the way my name sounded coming from her. “Get in.”
She blinked at me, then at the sky. “You don’t have to…”
“Get in, Eleanor.” I repeated when I saw there was a beat of hesitation in her s
