At my dad’s retirement dinner, he raised his glass…

were truly yours.”

I took a breath.

“Good. Because I don’t want to be yours anymore.”

I picked up my purse. Jaime and I walked toward the exit. As we passed the banner, I saw caterers taking it down. 35 Years of Justice was already half torn.

We stepped outside into the cool March night. Jaime took my hand.

“You okay?”

“I will be.”

The next morning, I woke continue reading …