After I Died, He Truly Panicked
I pushed through the chaos without answering, until a young journalist, barely out of college by the look of him, called after me.
“Do you think justice will be enough this time?”
That stopped me.
I turned to look at him. His eyes were wide, earnest.
“Justice isn’t enough,” I said quietly. “But it’s a start.”
That night, when I returned home, Regina was sitting by the fire with a blanket around her shoulders. The kids were already asleep upstairs.
“How was it?” she asked softly.
“Morgana didn’t even blink,” I said, loosening my tie. “Frederick testified. He admitted everything. The Harpers’ name is being tarnished in the news.”
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