“Are you all right?”
Gazing around at my current surroundings, at the people who will never know my name, never know my story, I know the answer is no. I will never be all right again.
A silence pervades the air, alerting us that it’s time. We both watch as the audience takes their seats, and the sheriff climbs the stairs to stand behind the lectern. I can just make out where Henry sits, surrounded by colleagues who don’t even know he’s there.
The sheriff looks out into the crowd, waiting for silence, and it doesn’t take long until he has the floor. Clearing his throat once, he turns and looks at the image of Henry in uniform behind him. “We’re here tonight to honor our fallen brother, Sheriff Henry Sands.”
I sigh, knowing this is not going to end well.
“I never had the pleasure of wo
