I arrested the biker who raised me and he smiled while I put the handcuffs on. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely close the cuffs around his tattooed wrists.
Around the wrists that had held me when I was five years old and covered in bruises. Around the wrists that had taught me how to ride a bicycle and braid my hair and be strong.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said softly as I read him his rights. “You’re just doing your job. I’m proud of you.”
I wanted to scream. Wanted to throw my badge on the ground and tell my sergeant I couldn’t do this. But I was Officer Sarah Mitchell of the Millbrook Police Department and I had a duty to perform.
