Valerie Came Home From Deployment to Find Her Twelve-Year-Old Daughter in Intensive Care
Where she goes, who signs for her, what she gets told.” I tapped the report against my leg.
“And a judge saying it out loud.”
He looked at the page then, at the time box, then at the door of room 412, and something in his face went from defending to calculating.
“You take this to the police, and I’ll have a judge standing in this hallway by nine in the morning.”
“Go ahead.”
Charles looked away first, then walked toward the elevators without a word.
I didn’t sleep.