Stephanie sat there, realizing that her client's social life was over. Then she started to really think. She started to imagine if she was Mrs. Connells, and her 17 year old Josie or her 15 year old Carson was Shawn. It's almost as if her soul, mind and body and switched with Rebecca. She stood up practically, jumping out of her leather chair. She burst out of her heavy, wooden double doors, and ran down the law-firm halls threw herself down the stairs and burst out the glass door separating her from the chilly Colorado streets. She looked left and right until she spotted the light blue jacket of Mrs. Connells. She sprinted practically losing her jet-black, 7 inch stilettos.
She grabbed Rebecca's jacket and turned her around so they were standing almost face to face. ( 7 inch heels really add an inch or two.) She looked her deep in the eye and said, "I understand, I finally get why this means so much to you. It's not just Shawn's reputation at risk, it's yours too." Rebecca spoke up without even flinching. She said, with tear-filled eyes, "That makes one of you. Nobody, NOBODY gets it! They don't get that it's not just him involved, it's me too! They may love me, but they don't care about him, which means that this case means nothing to them. They don't get it."
They both broke down in sobs immediately once hearing each other's words. They both said it. At the exact same time as if it were rehearsed," I'm so sorry." They held each other with open arms for what only felt like a second but what had actually been happening for a couple minutes now. Before walking away from each other, they made plans to meet for coffee at 10:00 a.m. the next morning. Stephanie thought all night about what they would talk about the next morning at coffee. She was excited and nervous, but also anxious and curious. All those feelings barely gave her time to sleep.
She had to be up to send the kids on their way to school by 7:00 a.m. and she had gone to sleep at 3:00 a.m. but that hadn't kept her away from her daily routine. Get up, wash face, put hair back, start making eggs and oatmeal ( pancakes on Thursdays), sign kids' planners and send them to the bus, watch to make sure they get on their way swiftly and safely by 8:05 a.m. and that was what Stephanie did every day before getting prepared for what the week lay ahead.