An Old Face

Through some mysterious force of divine mercy, we got to the police station unscathed, and somehow even more bizarre, within the speed limit.

The place looked as you'd typically imagine it. The state flag, country flag waving ever so patriotically in the hands of sculpted statues, rows of police cars parked out front, and the constant swing of the double doors funneling the to and fro of blue-uniformed justice.

I ended up being the last to get out of the car, mostly because Tyler wouldn't let go of my hand, thanking me over and over again, tears practically welling in his eyes, for a grand opportunity of a lifetime.

And that's also how I also ended up being given the prestigious honor of being the first to know amongst all the other Leadeners that he'll definitely be staying in town for a few more days extra.