Where did you get that ring

my office.”

She ended the call.

I stared at the phone.

I thought I would feel victorious.

Instead, I felt tired.

Margaret reached across the desk and touched my hand.

“Justice doesn’t always feel good at first,” she said. “Sometimes it just feels like finally putting down something heavy.”

That night, I did not go home.

Margaret had a guest room over her detached continue reading …