And then, there are the photos to deal with. f**k me sideways. There had better not be anything else.
I'm instructed not to contact our dear author, whose name I can't even stomach to think for the wrath it pours into my soul. I thought I knew her, or at least, what she's capable of. Damn it Green, stop thinking. Just stop.
Dad declines to have Abi join us, though the injunction against me does not apply within the grounds of the courthouse so long as she has representation present, stating he'll fill her in. I wonder if that's more for my benefit or Abi's… God I miss her. We stand and Williams offers his hand. Dad mutters that he'll be in touch when he and Abi have reviewed the pictures, and to give him a five minute head start before departing. There's a shuffling of bodies and Taylor
