Jeremy’s POV
I see the messages just before one, at lunchtime. Douglas and I are in my office, going over the case we just had, but it’s also when we are having coffee and sandwiches, so we are a bit relaxed considering the morning we had, working on one of the cases we’re working on, having had a hearing earlier.
Prior to the case, I confronted Matthew Wang earlier, and even now, the memory sits heavy in my chest, hot and unresolved. The moment he opened his mouth and tried to smooth over the lies as if they were cosmetic, something in me snapped.
He sat across from me in the consultation room, shoulders hunched, hands folded, as I asked him, calmly at first, why he felt the need to lie about his girlfriend. Not about who he loved, not about who he slept with, but about inventing a per
