Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Malcolm Murray

No matter how I tried to focus on the task at hand, guiding people out of the dining room in small groups and to the elevator, my pug offering licks for those who bent to pet her, while Dad organized them in tidy, orderly fashion no one questioned thanks to his casually commanding air, I struggled to forget what he'd said. Could I really think about giving up my life as it had evolved for a chance at being a cop like him? At my age? Of course I could. But did I want to?