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

dismissed. Her children were there. They drew pictures at the kitchen table while Rachel and I talked in the living room.

“You don’t owe me anything,” Rachel said. “You’ve already helped me more than anyone.”

“He used his power to hurt you because he wanted to hurt me. That’s not justice.”

She was quiet for a moment.

“Then, if you’re asking if I want you continue reading …