I turned the silver wedding band around my ring finger.

It felt tight against my knuckle.

“Every day I wait out here, more harm is done to my kids,” I said.

Vance sat back in his canvas chair.

“Hardship reassignments need formal documentation.

I can’t send you back to Oak Ridge on a hunch.”

“I’ve got security footage of an unauthorized man getting into my house at midnight with a key code.”

Vance picked his pen back up.