If I had known that being an attorney meant you were pissed off and exhausted 24/7, then I probably wouldn’t have fought so hard for it. Ever since I was a kid, that’s all I dreamed of. I was either going to be a priest or a lawyer. Real opposite ends of the spectrum, am I right?

But today in court… I lost that case. A perp walked and an innocent victim — however imperfect — wasn’t given the justice they deserved. Their life will never be the same and God only knows how many more targets this guy could hit. It’s only a matter of time before their worlds implode. And all of that… that’s on me.

I’m writing my resignation letter when you walk in. For real this time. When Captain Benson caught me last time, I was really just getting my frustrations out. This time I’m serious. I can’t do this anymore. I’m meant to be a cop, not a prosecutor.

“Don’t give me that look…” I mumble when I see the way you’re looking at me.