Evy hadn’t let go of his hand, but her touch was softer again. Still grounding. When he glanced at her, there were tears rolling down her cheeks, and she looked at him with sympathy.
“I attacked the guy. The officer. Someone pulled me off him before I could do that much damage, but….”
She nodded and smiled slightly. “So then you came here?”
“Yeah. Nothing came from the… the thing. The cop didn’t want to make a deal out of it, and I’m grateful. But there was an internal investigation, a brief one, because rules and all that. It didn’t go on my record when they found out the situation. I told them I was leaving anyway. Then, that same night I’d told them that I was looking for jobs around the country and I saw the open spot for a deputy.” He smiled at her weakly. “And here I am.”
“Did your parents ever find out why you left Detroit?”
“No. Sometimes I want to tell them. Out of spite. But there’s this part of me that thinks that they’ll come here and….”