I didn’t ask them to validate my innocence or take sides against Trevor.

I said that the criminal charges had been dismissed and that I would welcome a conversation if they wanted one.

Two answered.

Denise came to Opal’s house with a casserole and her teenage daughter.

The girl was studying biology and wanted to know how medical supplies made their way from warehouses to clinics.

Before I knew it, I was sketching delivery routes on scrap paper and explaining why even a single missing temperature log could matter to a patient.

I hadn’t spoken about the work with that kind of pleasure in years.