Chapter 37

“You told me you made a difference in Alabama,” Daniel countered. “You know it.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters because it’s going to eat away at you. Every day, a little bit of you will die. Then one day, ten or twenty years from now, you’ll look at me and you’ll hate me. I don’t want that. I never want that.” He drew her toward him.

Carol knew he was right. He knew her. He knew her heart and her mind. She could deny the truth of his words for the rest of the evening, but that wouldn’t make a difference. He’d still be right in the morning, and every day after that. “I’m just going to help with the protest in San Francisco and the one in Washington,” she promised. “Then I’m coming home. What about Rebecca?”

“Maybe we should tell her about this together. She might not understand what’s going on.”

“You’re right. Come on.”