Nathan
The office was quiet, except for the sound of my pen scratching across the edge of a case file I had promised to review for a colleague downtown. It was complex, some tangled mess of a medical malpractice suit mixed with insurance fraud, and I was only halfway through the summary statement when I heard the soft knock on the door.
I glanced up, expecting nothing more than a delivery or maybe Eleanor checking in, though she hadn’t spoken much since the weekend. But instead, Ms. Rhea appeared, framed in the doorway like a portrait of composed concern.
“Judge West,” she said, adjusting the wrap around her shoulders. “You have a visitor.”
I blinked, lowering my pen. “A visitor? At this hour?” I asked, especially since I knew I wasn't expecting anyone.
She nodded. “Yes, Judge West.
