“No charges.

She testified.”

“Good.” She set the shears down.

“I don’t want her boy to lose his care over this.”

The dog lifted his head from the grass and thumped his tail against the leg of the bench.

Rosalie’s hand rested on her knee, and the ring sat where it belonged.

At five, I took my boots out to the porch step.

The right lace had a knot at the third eyelet that I had been working at since Fort Benning.