The Prosecutor's Wife: A Mother's Fury
d, a testament to the night I'd spent on a hard bench. I walked out of the precinct into the har
step. I burst into Leo' s room, but it was empty. The bed w
nurse, my voice frantic. "My
To a regular recovery room. Room 412." Her
together. Leo lay in one, his face tear-streaked. His room had been a qui
small. He launched himself at me,
s hair, trying to assure him I was real. "
aid... Dad said we couldn't stay in the nice ro
injured son out of his room. The anger that had been simmering beneath the
en I saw him. Calvin. He was leaning against a wall, his back to me, talking animatedly on his phone. And beside him, Bethany
ike a couple.
thany say, her voice dripping with fa
h. You know that." His voice was a low murmur, f
me. It wasn't just old history. It wasn't just covering
I raised it, clicked, and took a picture. Then another. And another.
? I thought, my heart a frozen
. "Claire," she began, her voice hesitant. "They're stalling Leo's
iar sting of disappointment, like a dull ache, spr
reak. Not no
eyes wide with fear. "Mommy," he whispered. "Will they... will
. "No, baby," I vowed, my voice fierce. "No one i
Leo. I will make sure everyone who hurt you, everyone who let
from the school again. Leo had been involved in another incident. Not a fight, this
oached Leo's room, I heard it again. Calvin's voice,
th annoyance. "Just keep Mateo quiet. I'll make sure this who
protecting them. After everything. Aft
ised before I even knew what I was doing. My palm connected wit
floor. His hand flew to his face, his eyes wide
s for, Calvin? It was for lying to me! For protecting that monster and his tr
ed back, his face reddening.
rage blinding me. "Get out! Get out of my sight!
. Fine! You want to be difficult? See how far that gets you. I'll handle things my
hollow ache where my heart used to be. I knew then
ures I'd taken. The recipient: The Department of Justice's Office of Professional Responsibility. T
ut bringing down a corrupt system, starting wit