At 3:10 p.m., we sat down in the consultation room.
The staff member pushed the documents toward us.
Madeline's signature was already there.
All that was left was Julian's.
He picked up the pen.
I sat beside him without urging him.
The pen touched the paper.
The three letters of "Hawthorne" were already complete.
Following the standard procedure, the staff member reminded him, "Mr. Hawthorne, please confirm one more time. Once the storage is terminated, it cannot be restored."
His pen stopped.
Only for 2 seconds.
Julian put the pen down.
"Wait."
He took out his phone.
I watched as he pulled up Madeline's number.
The call rang twice.
Madeline answered.
"What is it?"
Julian looked at the documents on the table.
"Are you really sure you've thought this through?"
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