#Chapter 44 A Luna’s Mark

I instantly loved my new office. It had everything I’d asked for, and I couldn't help but smile, relishing the prospect of having my own space to work and think and spread out. I started off with placing the less-crucial case information in the built-in bookshelf—background information and leads that didn’t go anywhere—and my plan was to put the important papers on the large corkboard that had been added at my request. I wasn’t working for long before a soft knock interrupted my concentration. "Come in," I called, turning just as Jordan entered, with a smile on her face and a package of Oreos in her hands. My eyes lit up. "Jordan, you are a saint among sinners," I exclaimed, hopping down from my stepstool and reaching for the package. I’d thought those stories of pregnancy cravings were a little overdramatic, but now that I was experiencing them I realized they were completely accurate. “Oh my god,” I said, mouth still full, “Jordan, I could kiss you. This is bliss.” Jordan