“Mark, how was your Thanksgiving?” Mom asked, her voice practically vibrating with excitement. She always called the day after holidays, hoping for any excitement, any danger he might’ve been in she could brag about later.
“Nothing special this year, Mom. Pretty quiet,” he answered honestly, even though he knew lying would’ve been easier.
“What? Nothing at all?”
“No, not even a drunken disorderly or a DUI.”
Mom scoffed out loud. Mark knew what would come next, and his heartbeat kicked up a notch. He hated the reminders of where he’d been. He didn’t want to be a big city beat cop ever again.
“That’s what you get for moving in the middle of nowhere! Now if you were still in a large city—”
“Yes, it would be more exciting—” He knew he’d f****d up as soon as he opened his mouth, but he co
