Chapter 12 Transformation

Yvonne sat in a dimly lit room, a book in her hand that she hadn't turned a page of in a long time. Suddenly, her phone vibrated on the table, Benson's name flashing on the screen, breaking the quiet of the night. She hesitated for a moment but eventually answered the call. On the other end, Benson's voice came through, cold and lacking warmth. "Sorry, I got held up." There was no hint of apology in his tone, as if he was merely stating an insignificant fact. A surge of anger rose within Yvonne. She felt utterly ignored and belittled. She knew Benson neither liked nor cared about her, but she hadn't expected him to be unwilling to show even the most basic respect. She imagined herself standing at the courthouse, waiting alone all afternoon, while Benson didn't even offer an explanation. Yvonne wanted to lash out, to question why Benson treated her this way, but as the words reached her lips, she suddenly felt it was all pointless. She took a deep breath and tried to keep her