8. Away From His Shadow

Linc had given me a lifeline, and I knew I had to take it, but walking into yet another law firm felt like admitting how tangled my life had really become.

I stood outside the building, staring up at its sleek glass façade, fighting the instinct to turn around and run.

But I couldn't keep running from this. Castor had to be dealt with, and I couldn't do it alone.

I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The receptionist didn't even glance at me twice this time as I told her I had an appointment. She buzzed me through, and before I knew it, I was sitting across from a lawyer who looked like he belonged in some glossy magazine. Everything about her was polished, from her pantsuit to how her hair was styled. She reviewed the paperwork I'd brought.

"So, you're the one Lincoln recommended," she finally said, setting the papers down.

I nodded. "Yes. I assume Mr. Lincoln already told you about my situation."

The lawyer smiled. "I know enough to understand this will be a tough case. Castor