(Harper’s POV)
I felt like I was going to be sick. The feeling of dread in my stomach intensified as I sat back down in the chair opposite Nathaniel.
“No,” I said and shook my head. Nathaniel inclined his head and gave me a surprised look.
“No?” he asked.
“No!” I said clearer. “I can’t do this, Nathaniel. Please don’t ask me to do this.”
Nathaniel looked down at the papers and back up at me. The look of sympathy crossed his eyes.
“Harper, I’m not asking you to take this case.” His face dropped into a blank expression, and I closed my eyes. I knew that expression. It was the one he had when there was no discussion to be had. “In this matter, I am telling you that you will be taking this case.”
I shook my head again and opened my eyes.
“I can’t go back there. Not now, not ever,” I
