-Harper-
I sat in Carter's office on pins and needles, staring at a wall decorated with black-and-white city photographs. My palms were sweating, and my leg was jumping as if I was about to face my greatest enemy, not Carter. He sat comfortably behind his desk and looked through the papers provided by his lawyers surrounding him. Another stressor was the presence of Carter's father, Frank, who vowed to bring the matter to an end after the dinner two days ago.
I glanced at my phone, which showed another ten minutes until the scheduled appointment, and stood up, unable to bear sitting in the same position any longer. I had to change something.
"Is everything okay, honey?" Carter noticed my stress, put down the papers, and looked at me with concern.
"I need to get some fresh air. It's jus
