I drop my phone onto my desk and run my hands through my hair. It's a habit I've formed since meeting Savannah, and it's something I need to work on. I try to give nothing away when it comes to what I feel. It works well in the courtroom, but Savannah gets me out of sorts.

When I saw I had a missed text from her that was thirty minutes old I got worried and kept texting her. Then when I didn't get a response, I got desperate and called my plant at the shop, John, to do something about it. I ...