She put a mug beside me.

“Then finish tomorrow.

There is no prize for hurting yourself in the name of paperwork.”

I closed the folder.

For once, I obeyed.
PART 30

On the anniversary of my release, I drove to the small grocery in Worthington where I had first seen Opal’s handwritten notice.

The bulletin board still hung near the entrance.

It was cluttered with advertisements for piano lessons, dog walkers, and someone looking to buy used gardening equipment.