The following week at school had been an absolute hell for Julianna. The news of her father’s display had spread through the small town like wildfire. Small-town neighborhoods were always looking for the tea in their place and every new saga was told with relish around dinner tables, embellished until it was as sensational as it could get. The same thing had happened in her father’s case.
There were so many versions of the incident flying around, from her father fighting the sheriff and ripping his uniform apart in that parking lot to his father trying to run away in a stolen car when the police showed up but still getting arrested afterward.
Nosy, troublesome students had boldly walked up to her at school for no other purpose than to ask her for the right version. It usually went somet
