They Thought My Monthly Income Was Theirs to Share Until I Showed Them the Truth

Sarah stopped by last Tuesday with a bag of lemons from her tree. We sat at the kitchen table and she asked me, the way she does sometimes, whether I ever regret what I did.

I thought about it for a long time, turning a lemon over in my hands, feeling its cool, dimpled skin.

“I regret that it was necessary,” I told her. “But I don’t regret defending continue reading …