Coming Home to Greenleigh

Chapter 20

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[Verse 1]
I know you're feeling restless
Like life's not on your side
It's weighing heavy on your mind
But when we stand united
Our hearts, they beat in time
I know we'll make it all alright
Let's bring it back to you and me
There's no one else around
Don't get lost in gravity

[Chorus]
'Cause I want you to hold me now
Nothing else matters
It's just the two of us
And if it all falls down
Nothing else matters
You know we're strong enough
I'm not giving up, I'm not giving up on us
I said I'm not giving up, I'm not giving up on love

[Verse 2]
'Cause I feel it inside
Taking over tonight
I'll be there when the storm is breaking
In this moment I'm yours
You can always be sure
That together we're gonna make it

[Chorus]So baby, won't you hold me now?
Nothing else matters
It's just the two of us
And if it all falls down
Nothing else matters
You know we're strong enough
I'm not giving up, I'm not giving up on us
I said I'm not giving up, I'm not giving up on love
Hold me now
Nothing else matters
It's just the two of us
And if it all falls down
Nothing else matters
You know we're strong enough
I'm not giving up, I'm not giving up on us
I said I'm not giving up, I'm not giving up on love

"I don't know, Shawn." Bob Stewart was shaking his head. "She doesn't want to see me." He wouldn't meet Shawn's eyes, choosing to hunch forward and fiddle with his substantial key ring instead.

"I asked Christine to call her. She might be able to get her to come around." Shawn tapped his pencil against his desk, eraser side down. He waited for Bob to look up, but Bob concentrated on switching his key ring from hand to hand, methodically going through the keys one by one, as if mentally cataloguing them. He did not look up.

"I don't think she's going to change her mind."

"At the very least, the two of you need to meet and talk," Shawn argued. "You can't just throw in the towel."

Bob finally looked up at him. In the slanted morning light of November, his face looked lined and worn. He couldn't have been sixty, but the blue in his eyes seemed pale and diffuse, and they were rimmed with the red of sleepless nights, making him look like a much older man.

Was it really November?

Shawn glanced outside. The trees were bare. The early snow had long since collapsed into hard, dirty piles, but the ground remained wet and slushy, and a thin coating of frost covered the corporate shrubbery surrounding Lawson & Lawson. Yes, it was November, and it felt like it had been November for months.

"I'm not throwing in the towel. But she doesn't want to talk. She just wants the divorce."

"Are you ready for that?"

"No." Bob was blunt. "No, I think Angela is wrong. I don't think our marriage is over. But I don't know what to do. I feel like—"

There was a long pause.

Shawn raised an eyebrow.

"I feel like I should talk to Beth," Bob finished. "She would know what to say to get Angela to talk to me."

Shawn stopped tapping.

"I know that Angela talks to Beth. And—and Beth doesn't represent Angela anymore. So there's nothing wrong with talking to Beth—is there?"

Shawn did not reply. He picked up the pencil, examined the eraser carefully, then put it down.

"I should talk to Christine, see if she managed to get Angela on the phone."