"Can I help you?"
He's sitting on a bench, scrolling his phone, but looks up and I realize its the cop that arrested me--the one from Amy's school.
"Sarah Glen?"
"Shit. Am I under arrest?"
I drop my bags and take a step back, as if id actually be dumb enough the run.
"No, I actually just wanted to talk to you."
"About what?"
I grab my bags and unlock my door.
"I arrested you last night for driving under the influence."
His voice is heavy and stern. I've had a few arrests, but none promoted a house call.
"You might as well come in then."
He walks in and I notice him staring around, as cops often do. His eyes become fixed on the liquor bottles decorating my coffee table.
I shut the door behind him, and take a seat on the couch. He continues to stand and looks around nervously.
"Amy is special to me, which is why I'm actually here. I lost my daughter to a drunk driver, and it concerns me that you drive her home."
"Its fine. My boss gave me his card." I dig in my purse and pull out the card. "He told me to call him if I need a ride. I don't know how he found out, but I'm grateful I didn't lose my job."
"He couldn't find out unless he's in law enforcement." He grabs the card, looks it over and hands it back quickly. "Your boss clearly cares about your well being."
"I guess." I take the card back and place it on the table. "Was there anything else."
"No. I just wanted you to know..." He pauses and pulls out his wallet, producing a picture that he hands to me. The little girl has blonde pig tails, and a wide smile. "She was two."
"I'm sorry." I feel my eyes tear up as I hand the picture back to him.
"Don't be. Just get to a meeting, or something. The world deserves better. You deserve better."
I smile, and he quickly turns away and leaves.
The next day at work, I knock gently on the door or Mr Mooney's office.
"Come on in Sara." His voice sounds stressed.
"Just dropping off the Smith report. It's on track so far." I lay the papers down, and wait a second for him to respond. He continues looking at work that's in front of him though. "I just wanted to tell you that--"
"Shut the door, Sara, and take a seat." He looks up finally, and I feel his eyes on me as I turn to shut the door, taking a seat in front of his desk. "You're my favorite employee, Sara."
"Oh wow."
"But, I'm very concerned that your activities outside of work may interfere with your ability to do your job."
"I don't need to get Amy from school."
"I mean the drinking and driving."
I shut my mouth for a minute and wait for him to elaborate, but he just stares at me.
"I'm not sure how you found out, but I did plan to discuss it with you if--"
"The cop that arrested you is my brother."
