My Cardboard Balcony

No Justice by Belinda Roddie He walks without chains while the boy is dead. He sees freedom while the family sees red. May he languish in guilt while his victims all cope. Michael Brown has no trial: There's no justice, no hope.

"Hello?" "Yes, this is Doctor Andrews from Saint Joan's Hospital. Is this Dani Howard?" I could feel the lump beginning to swell in my throat. I tried to stop my hands from shaking as I held the phone. "Speaking." "We have some news regarding your wife, Claire. It seems that the operation went smoothly." "Oh." That was a relief, but it didn't answer all of my concerns.