I was at work this week when an email came in from my defense attorney. It started with “Good news!” The case was dismissed. Filed. Done. Nothing left to do. I read it once. Then again. I felt calm—but not happy. No rush of relief. No urge to celebrate. Just a steady, quiet stillness that surprised me. I didn’t tell anyone this at first, but I thought:That’s nice. And once again, he has no repercussions. Jaycee was in the car that day. I bring her with me whenever I can. She loves the car,...