Memories of Katty being led into a jail cell, handcuffed, meshed with visuals of when Mark himself had led that woman—her mom—half-n***d, into another jail cell. His mom didn’t know the half of it. And she never would—not from his mouth. As he had walked to the car with Mom, pictures flashed of both women handcuffed and in that jail cell, both pretty drunk. How could a guy get that out of his head?
He pulled onto the street and started toward Mom’s house.
He knew there were several trauma-based groups available for police officers. When they had been called to a particularly horrible accident, the whole department attended to recover. Super helpful, even though uncomfortable to be that vulnerable. Mark didn’t like being that transparent, like most men, but he knew that if he didn’t at le
