Back at Mira's house.
After dinner, Mr. Harth asked, "Are you heading to the office tonight?"
"No. But if you need to go, I can have Ronan drive you."
"Never mind. If you're staying, I'll stay too. I can work from here and save the commute time." He could easily coordinate with the chief editor over the phone.
With her academic workload increasing, Mira had restricted her office visits to Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, plus the weekends. Any emergencies could be handled via call.
Mira and Mr. Harth settled in at the table to study and work.
Mason was taking Rachel out to stroll through the night market.
Having Mr. Harth there was like having a walking encyclopedia. Not only did he answer all her literature questions instantly, but his presence was also the ultimate accountability check.
Whenever Mira felt the urge to slack off, one glance at her teacher immediately snapped her back into focus, boosting her productivity through the roof.
A short while later, Elara dropped by with a few questions for Mr. Harth.
She lived in the same residential complex, just a few buildings over, so it was a quick walk. Once her questions were answered, she hurried to leave.
"Why don't you just stay and study here with us?" Mr. Harth suggested.
"I can't. I'm on the clock, so I can't leave the house for long stretches. But the old woman I work for lets me study for a couple of hours every night."
By nine o'clock, Mira had washed up and was getting ready for bed when her phone buzzed.
A call at this hour meant it was either Lenny Forbes or Kieran. They actively avoided interrupting her study sessions and knew this was her downtime.
"The Mercers picked Mara up. Word is she passed out in her cell. They processed her for medical parole to serve the rest of her time outside."

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