The day was long. It felt especially long for some people, and yet, none of them could say if there was even any progress.
All they could hold on to was that the end would be worth it.
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Accepting a case as huge as Cassandra, Grace thought she was mentally prepared for it. However, she was wrong.
By the time night approached, Grace found herself slumped on the couch, stomach first. Her head was turned to the side, eyeing the papers scattered on the table.
"Man… I'm tired," she muttered, scrunching up her nose.
The entire day, Grace made it look so easy, as if she had everything under control. However, that didn't necessarily mean she wasn't using her brain at top speed. After all, she needed to pay attention to everything.
Silence weighed on her like a boulder, her lips curving downward.
"I think… I'm getting used to having him here," she whispered. "It's only been days since he started staying here, but…"
