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Jonathan sat in his office for the rest of his shift. He had already finished most of the paperwork that he was supposed to finish and knew that he needed to save some for tomorrow because it didn't look like they were going to have any new patients was a good idea to have. He was contemplating how he was going to handle everything when he got back to the house. She had already shifted the way that she was sleeping, so she would probably be awake when he got there. He wasn't gonna be able to hide anything from her. But he didn't actually want to talk to her at the same time. It was the worst oxymoron that he had ever encountered.

Never in his adult life here can you ever be put in a position the way that he was? He knew that he was probably jumping to conclusions, but at the same time, he knew that this was how people of that particular social status often acted. The fact was that he had the information right in front of him, and he had to process it the way tha