flew to her chest. “Emma—what?”
“I work as an associate attorney now. Same firm that hired me as a paralegal. They sponsored my prep. I studied. I passed. They promoted me.”
Marcus swallowed. “How much does that pay?”
“Starting salary is one-forty. Plus bonus.”
My father’s eyes sharpened, like he’d just realized he’d been wrong and didn’t like it. His continue reading …
