A Mother's Sword

ng tires, and Michael' s small hand slipping from mine. I was in a hospital, a dull ache spreading through my

ence. "My father has taken care of everything. The official report will say it was a tra

Michael, was just an "annoyance" to them. The police wouldn't help, the law w

intimidated. They thought my husband' s Medal of Honor, tucked away at h

otter than any rage. My tears stopped. I looked at my steady hands. The