When I left the courthouse and descended the steps, I noticed Adrien standing at the curb, clearly waiting for me. He was in a black pea coat and a scarf, his hands in the pockets of his coat.
A quiet rage surged inside me at the sight of him. I walked down the stairs and looked at him head on, the sidewalk quiet because it was lunchtime and most people had already left the courthouse to grab a croissant at a boulangerie.
He met my look, his eyes both tired and defeated.
“Are you f*****g kidding me right now?” Despite the rage of my words, I spoke with an even tone, like we were at a fancy dinner party with others seated at our table. “Just when I thought you couldn’t make me angrier, you somehow top it.”
He continued his stare, not rising to my ire. “Then take the money—”
“I don’t w
