had learned to listen, a family beginning to tell the truth, and fourteen people who had been given the chance to go home.
As I stepped into the afternoon sunlight, my phone vibrated with a message from Ortega.
He’d sent a photograph of Hannah wearing her graduation cap.
Underneath, he’d written, “She made it, ma’am.”
I smiled and typed back, “Tell her congratulations.”
Then I put the phone away and went home.