Linda washed the blood from her hands. The red card sat on the counter, stained but spent.

Sarah stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “You didn’t have to do it.”

Linda didn’t look up. “Yes, I did.”

Outside, a siren wailed, then faded into the distance. Life moved on. Justice had been done or so they said.

She picked up the empty red card envelope and tucked it back into the drawer.

Sarah’s voice was quiet now. “What if someone uses theirs on you?”

Linda closed the drawer.

“Then I guess I’ll deserve it.”