Five Years After My Husband
“Why are you going to the station?” I pressed.
“Because I need to pull the original case file out of storage,” he said clearly.
“Can you actually do that after all these years?” I asked.
“I can submit an official request to review it,” he explained.
“Will you actually do it?” I challenged.
He stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked back up at me with a pained expression.
“I should have done it five years ago,” he confessed softly.