(Lena)
Dad suggested dinner before anyone else could think of anything else to do.
He said it the way he said most things. Simply and without making it into a bigger moment than it needed to be. We just won. Let's eat. That was it. No speech. No ceremony. Just a man who had watched his daughter walk into a courtroom this morning and walk out of it free suggesting they go somewhere and celebrate properly.
Diane accepted before I could say anything.
"Yes," she said. "Absolutely yes. Where are we going?"
Dad looked at me.
"Wherever Lena wants," he said.
I looked at both of them standing in the courthouse corridor with the afternoon light coming through the windows behind them and felt something loosen in my chest that had been tight for so long I had almost forgotten what it felt like
