Chapter Twenty
Harper
My office phone rang and I hit the speaker button. “Yes?”
“Harper, it’s Brad Williams from the Seattle Observer. How are you?”
I’d been in the middle of entering updates on a few patients in our electronic records system. With my brain in a different gear entirely, it took me a minute to absorb what Brad said. As soon as I did, I stopped typing and spun to face the phone, anxiety knotting in my chest. Brad had been nothing but respectful in his article about Joe’s new charges. He’d adhered to our agreement that I be allowed to review everything before it was published. While I didn’t like any of this and would rather erase the entire history of it, part of me was relieved to have it rehashed in the press. Back when it happened, I was too wrecked to pay much attent
