(Kieran)
Sloane came downstairs just after seven.
I was in the kitchen. I heard her on the stairs and then she came in and stopped just inside the doorway. Her phone was in her hand. She had that look she got when something had just landed and she was still processing it.
"Rebecca called," she said.
I looked at her.
"Ashley was served this morning. Ten o'clock."
I nodded. "Good."
She came further into the kitchen and set her phone on the counter. She stood there for a moment looking at it like she was deciding how to feel about what she had just heard.
"Rebecca said she has a window to request a contested hearing," Sloane said. "But that given everything we have it won't change the outcome."
"It won't."
"So that's it for now."
"That's it for now," I said.
She looked up at me. S
