liability remained under consideration.
Outside the courthouse my father tried speaking to me.
“Laura.”
I kept walking.
“Laura, wait.”
I stopped but didn’t turn around.
“What?”
His voice sounded older than I remembered.
“We can fix this.”
I finally faced him.
The man standing there looked smaller somehow.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Like someone discovering consequences for the first time.
“You had opportunities to fix it.”
“We made mistakes.”
“No.”
His face tightened.
“Mistakes are accidents.”
I looked directly into his eyes.
“You made choices.”
For several seconds neither of us
