Accountability
Later, as she rested, David sat beside her, still in his suit, tie loosened. The anger hadn’t left his eyes.
“I’m filing a formal complaint,” he said quietly. “No woman should ever go through that — especially you.”
Jessica gave a tired smile. “Thank you for standing up for me.”
“You shouldn’t have needed me to,” he murmured. “But if I have to remind them who you are, I will — every single time.”
She squeezed his hand. It wasn’t the authority in his voice or his title that mattered — it was the man who had promised years ago to stand beside her through every storm, and who had just proven it again.
