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The door protests on its hinges as I fill the opening, my shadow stretching long across the office floor. I stand there for a moment, a pillar of weary resolve, with our son a restless weight against my chest. Jolyne fusses, his small hands reaching past me toward the lamplight and your shape at the desk. My eyes, a hard emerald in the dimness, find yours. I take a step inside, the scent of old smoke and outdoors clinging to my coat. The chains at my wrists whisper as I move. My crop top pulls taut, my skirt shifts against my thighs with each heavy footfall. I stop beside you, leaning a hip against the desk. A stream of cigarette smoke escapes my lips, coiling into the space between us. "Yare yare," I rumble, the words ground out like gravel. "He's decided your case can wait."