Reasonable Doubt: Volume 3 (Reasonable Doubt #3)(40)
“It’s them.” We laughed in unison.
“Sorry for calling at this hour.” I stuffed the envelope into the drawer with all the others. “I’ll talk to you later.” I hung up.
“Daddy?” Emma walked into the living room, wiping her eyes as she walked over to me. “Can I go play?”
“It’s three in the morning, Emma.” I shook my head. “What do you think?”
“I want to go play…” She smiled, giving me that look that made me incapable of saying no.
I smiled back and kissed her forehead, thinking of where we could possibly go out at this hour. Central Park was out of the question, as was any park, really. There was a twenty four hour donut shop nearby that we could walk to or—
I stopped mid thought. Kevin was having a special playroom built for her at the office, a room that was twice the size of his own. He’d said it would prevent me from using “I have to go check on Emma” as an excuse when we worked on demanding cases.
“I know somewhere we can go.” I picked her up and carried her to her room, helping her into her favorite shoes—a pair of red rain boots she wore every day, even when it wasn’t raining. “Okay, go sit on the couch so I can get dressed and then we’ll go okay?”
She rushed out of her room without saying another word. I really needed to find a way to curb her wake-up-at-three-in-the-morning routine ASAP, but a part of me liked it. It was our special time together.
I put on a sweatshirt and sent my wife a quick email.
Subject: Emma.
Taking Emma out to play. Are you still at the coffee shop?
Love you,
Liam
Subject Re: Emma.
What are you going to say when she asks you for a pony?
(Yes, I’m still here…Tax season is going to be the death of me. Want me to bring you a cup back? Want to try a latte?)
I love you more,
Ava
Subject: Re: Re: Emma
Nothing. I’ll just buy the pony.
(No, thank you. You know I really hate coffee.)
Impossible. I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Liam
“I’m ready! I’m ready!” Emma rushed into my room, knocking over a stack of folders. “I’m ready!”
Laughing, I put my phone in my pocket and attempted to stuff the papers back in order—stopping once I saw my signature. Forged.
Confused, I sifted through the other papers-noticing the same thing.
What is this?
“Let’s go, Daddy!” Emma tugged on my pants.
I tucked the folder underneath my arm and clasped her hand. “Your nap today is going to have to last for at least five hours. Do you know that?”
“I don’t like naps.”
“Of course you don’t…” I walked her out of our apartment and to my car. As usual, Ava had slipped a note underneath the windshield wipers.
Dear Husband,
I love you—so very much, and it pains me to see you, someone with as much money and status as you have, driving a car like this. I know you’re modest, and the most expensive suit you own probably costs eighty dollars, but come on! You have to live, Liam!
I’m taking you car shopping next week and I’m not taking no for an answer,
Ava.
PS—Thank you for the roses you sent me yesterday. I got you something special and placed it on your desk at the office.
I smiled and secured Emma into her car seat, giving in when she requested to listen to her favorite song on repeat while riding to the firm.
The sleek design of the building still took people’s breath away when they saw it for the first time. It was the one thing I spared no expense on when constructing; I made sure the translucent gold panels were state of the art, that the law scale statues were properly erected on marble ledges, and that the stone letters above the entrance—“Henderson & Hart” were polished every week.
And, as a giant “f*ck you” to the government for burying my first case, the case that should’ve made me a household name and landed me on billboards all over this country, I had the office built right in front of their Social Security Office.
Pulling into the reserved parking spot, I looked in my rearview mirror—seeing that Emma was fast asleep.
Figures…
I stepped out and carried her inside anyway. I was sure she’d wake up soon.
“Good morning, Mr. Henderson.” An intern greeted me as I walked inside.
“Good morning, Laura,” I responded. “Am I in a different time zone today? Why is everyone awake and working right now?”
She blushed. “It’s tax season.”
“I keep hearing that…” I stepped onto the elevator. “I’ll see you later.”
Emma stirred in my arms, murmuring, but only soft snores followed.
When the elevator doors glided open, I walked through the massive “H&H” glass doors headed to Emma’s half-finished playroom. I gently lowered her onto the massive pink bed and tucked her under the covers, whispering “I love you,” before I dimmed the lights.
I took a seat in the corner and pulled out the folder that was under my arm, reading over what seemed like written receipts and accounts of money exchanges. Things I didn’t recall doing.
I pulled out my phone to text Ava, to see if this was just another elaborate joke—something she was prone to pulling, but I heard her voice.