Chapter 62

The next morning, they deliver the whiteboards. Zara is so over the moon excited, she stays out of the way, but doesn’t hide from the delivery man. As soon as he’s gone, she immediately puts them to use. I bring out a step stool for her so she can reach the top parts. She works furiously until it’s time to go to the lawyer’s office. 

She worries over her outfit to wear out for the day and changes three times, even though I tell her she looks fine. She video calls Mom to get her opinion. Then she goes back to the bathroom to adjust her hair. I’m not stupid. This is sigma fight mode. 

“Pocket, come on. You can fix your hair in the car.” I stand in the doorway to her bathroom with my arms crossed over my chest.

“I, uh, I just need another couple more minutes.” She looks in the mirror nervously. Her cheeks are flush while she messes with the ends of her hair.

“Zara, look at me.” I step forward and lean against the counter. She holds her brush wi