[Maeve] I can almost feel everything begin to click into place for him, like gears falling into alignment. He stares at me, and then slowly, I watch his expression change. Eventually, his hand goes over his mouth, but I don't need to see to know that he's holding back laughter. His eyes crinkle and sparkle with amusement, and I have never felt more ashamed. Truly, tears start to well up in my eyes as I stare at him. "I'm so pathetic," I whimper, and he can no longer hold back

[Lennon] Maeve seems a bit more fidgety than usual, and I can't quite understand why. Sometimes, it feels like I know her... Like I can see right through her. But at other times, like now, it's as though a shell comes over her, and she feels like a complete stranger. I watch as she heads into the small restaurant, her hand rubbing against her arm, and it makes me wonder if she is cold. Either that, or she's incredibly uncomfortable being around me, which is something I also c

[Maeve] You have got to be fucking kidding me. As I stare down at my phone, I cannot believe the alert I have just received. Instantly I get up and walk away from the waiting area and log into my bank. I lock my card and attempt to file a claim for fraud, but I'm given a number to call instead. My hands are trembling as I dial the number, hoping that Lennon won't emerge from the room anytime soon. Soon I place the call and after being put on hold for ten minutes, I decide to

[Lennon] I didn't realize just how terrified I could be of a single sentence until it was said to me over the phone. "She took off her oxygen cannula," the nursing attendant had reported. "I think … she did it on purpose." I'm not completely surprised as I hurry into the hospital to inquire about her admission. They had informed me that it was a possibility that she would get tired and emotionally weighed down. Then she'd think that this was the best way out. I've always want

[Maeve] "Do you think… the case can be won?" I ask, reluctant to meet his gaze. It turns out that giving someone the details needed for a lawsuit is more stripping than I could have ever imagined. "I'm not sure," he replies. I try not to read too much into his tone because, given all I have just had to reveal about myself, I wouldn't blame him if he decides at the end of the day that I am just too much trouble. "I'm not very familiar with copyright law," he continues thoughtf

"At first, you accuse her of scheming and seducing me to take her case, and now you're accusing me of using her as a pawn for my own interests?" "You're not going to respond to the question of whether you love Miss Collins or not?" "No, I am not. Whatever my response will be is irrelevant to the case at hand. I am choosing to represent her in this case despite our personal history because I am the best lawyer I know, and she trusts no one else to better have her interests at

[Lennon] I watch her eyes. First, as they remain on mine and then move to glance at my hair. "Oh," she says, but then she tilts her head and frowns in confusion. "I mean, I've lost my hair," I say. "This is a transplant." Her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “What? She regains her sense of propriety then. "I mean... I would have never known. It looks so..." She narrows her gaze at me, and then she leans forward for a closer look. I watch her hands lift slightly, but she

[Maeve] After changing into a pair of light blue jeans and a white blouse, I head out of my room at Lennon's request. However, meeting the two men leaning against the counter and staring directly at me, immensely startles me. I come to a dead halt, surprised, until their delayed reactions tell me that they were probably just conversing and lost their gaze in the same direction. His friend finally notices me and straightens, while Lennon does the same but turns around to busy

[Lennon] I can barely recognize myself. As we ride the elevator up to my apartment, the reflective surface of the control panel shows me just how disheveled I look. Despite my efforts to rake my hair out of my face, it's still sticking out in corners and falling down the sides. The front lapel of my shirt is hanging open, my jacket is in my hands, and the tails of my shirt are over the front of my pants to cover the stains. I should have waited till we got to the apartment. B