Thirteen Years Later, Two Blue Competition Badges Answered Every Question

“Right.” He put his hands flat on his knees.

“I think it’s time we both just moved on from the bitterness.

It’s been a long time.

We’re not the same people.”

“No,” she said.

“We’re not.”

He reached inside his coat and brought out a check, already written, folded once.

“Four hundred dollars.