I went to see Ms. Liza at her home. She was making tea, her home warm and inviting again.
We didn't talk about the trial. We talked about my classes, about her plans to return to teaching next semester. She told me about her mother, how the clearing of her name had brought her peace in her final years.
We had shared a war, and now we were learning how to be veterans together, finding a new normal in the quiet aftermath.