8 NoraNora heard Quinn’s office chair squeak. She felt the warmth and weight of his hand on her shoulder.
Glancing up, her eyes met his.
She expected to see harsh judgment on his face.
Instead, the fretwork of lines at the corners of his eyes showed only concern.
Gently, he said, “Here’s what you do.”
He squeezed her shoulder once and let go.
“Talk to your sister,” he said. “I trust your judgment. If you decide to take her case, I’ll adjust your workload so you can.”
Nora exhaled slowly and let her arms drop to her sides.
She was boneless, her muscles unknotting as tension drained away.
Quinn, her friend for more than a decade, had thrown her a lifeline.
She managed a weak smile. “I can’t turn my back on my sister. I knew you’d understand.”
He grunted. “I don’t understand at all
