The Last Chance
My wife was eight months pregnant when she indulged her first love for the ninety-eighth time and let him run our child down with his car.
My lawyer wife had promised me she'd bring him to justice, but in court, she suddenly changed her statement.
"Mr. Quinn has a serious history of mental illness. His family will discipline him verbally, but he shouldn't be held criminally responsible."
After the hearing, she shielded Caleb Quinn as he sobbed in public, then leaned close to my ear and said softly, "I promised you I'd only indulge him one hundred times. Let's just use up one chance. I can't watch him go to prison, can I?"
I looked at my wife's flat stomach and felt calmer than I'd ever felt before. Then I nodded.
She'd relied on that bet for six years, certain she could do anything.
She'd forgotten there was only one chance left.
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