I’m glad I didn’t burn that notebook. Mrs. Greene deserved better. — Caleb.”
I wrote back.
“Caleb, you did the hardest thing a person in uniform can do. You told the truth about someone with power over you. Get some sleep. You’ve earned it.”
By morning, the story had spread nationwide.
Somebody in the Magnolia Diner had recorded the whole arrest on a phone. It was a fifty-three-second video: Voss slamming the cuffs on my wrist, my water glass spilling, me sitting perfectly still and chewing my catfish while he twisted
