Her Father's Medal, Her Own War

is breath smelling of stale cig

ed, his voice low. "My father is a very influen

up and down like I was someth

our future. If

he walked past, a deliberate shove. I s

tting Chief Williams on the

pless. The injustice of

ket out, my dream, suddenly

thetic tone that didn't reach his eyes, "Art Henderson practically owns this

let them get away with i

money. Fix up your di

ve

rom Dad' s death, move on from Mom' s illn

s man who was suppos

ach word heavy. "They nearly killed

e station, leaving

de felt heavy

was the university

other end. "Miss Miller? This i

k. I knew wh

rn, the university has decided to rescind

" I whispered. "Wha

cuss the details, Miss Mil

ne wen

oed in my ears. "My father

t wasted

the fight draining out of me. They

e. Multiple fractures, internal bleeding. The doctor sounded grave. The

She was pale, bruised, tubes connecting her to

d, tears finally breaking free

luttering open. A paine

ah-bug," she rasped. "D

s they were, reign

ldn't let

t let the

ootage from Mr. Henderson'

r the next day, then

ed sympathetically, and

ach is too long

risk my p

er off taking

rought casseroles when Dad died, were suddenly distant. Their eye

y came around, Sarah. Henderson' s men.

was a cold,

attacking us, they were po

stayed with me. "

n't. I