She wanted to be a veterinarian. She kept a list of dog names in a notebook she carried everywhere.
A car came through an intersection and took her from me.
The boy who was driving was 17. An orphan named Michael, coming back from a sports competition with a few friends.
In court, he just cried and said it had been a terrible mistake, and that he’d never forgive himself for it.
I believed him. Looking at his face across that courtroom, I felt something I hadn’t expected: I didn’t want to ruin him.
Not because I didn’t love Sarah. God, I loved her more than I have words for.
But breaking that boy wasn’t going to bring her back.
So I did the thing that made everyone in my life think I’d lost my mind. I dropped the charges and adopted Michael, and in doing so, I lost almost everything else.
