211. Monitors

Instead of being taken to our new room, we entered what seemed to be a doctor's office. 

"Please wait here." The counter lady smiled and left us three alone. 

Ethan sighed, 

"Because you slept, I didn't have time to fill you in, but everything had already been coordinated with Mrs. Howard." 

I let go of Henry's wrist, which I seemed to have gripped at some point when he had slung his arm over my neck. Walking to one of the chairs in front of the desk with two high-end computers, I sat down and turned toward Ethan.

"Then do that now." 

Henry took a seat beside me, also turning his chair to face the lawyer. 

"Five years; it was the best I could get. Full cooperation, so just 'cooperate as much as you can.'" The way he said that told me to just share however much I wanted to.