"Amari, why does the case seem to be moving so slowly? You seem distracted as well?"
Thomas’s voice broke through the silence, pulling me from my thoughts. He stood at the door, his sharp gaze fixed on me. I was still by the window, watching the city lights shine against the darkness.
I decided to stay late again. I don’t know why but I feel like the loophole is just around. A missing piece I couldn’t shake off.
"I’m not distracted," I said softly, though the weight in my chest told another story. "I’m just… thinking if we’re looking at this the wrong way."
Thomas stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "What do you mean?"
I turned back to my desk and flipped open the folder I had been reading all day.
"Luke’s signature is on every crucial document tied to the La Union land a
