I was trying to drown my sorrows," I explained, looking down into the bottom of my glass, "but my sorrows learned to swim. 
No, I will not make out with you." Her red lips curled up. "Did you just try to make a joke, Madam Prosecutor?" I smirked.
They're battle scars of a life lived and tangible evidence of her strength. She made another human being. The weight of that knowledge is heavy.
