“To tell the truth when it mattered, even when the truth made powerful men angry.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder.

This time, he had kept it.

PART 22

Two years after the hospital, I saw Harold once more at a public charity event for veterans’ hearing services.

The invitation had come from an organization Frank supported.

I was there to present the renovation plans for a small counseling center, not to confront anyone.

Harold appeared among the donors, older and less commanding than I remembered.