Better Late Than Never
For this dispatcher and the officer on the other end of the radio, sometimes hate is just love with its wires crossed.
I never thought my failed fairy tale with this small town's finest—and most infuriating—cop would turn into a love/hate work relationship, but here we are, bickering in radio talk and 10-codes instead of plain old English.
How did I go from music managing to dispatching for the Charlotte Oaks Police Department? I have no idea, but I have a feeling it was a trap.
Sure, no one knows how or when my tangled history with Adam Wilson began. To them, we're just two people trapped in a town that isn't big enough for both of us. But would that stop them from forcing us together so we could hash things out instead of simply hating each other? Nope.
And when the reason for our fallout speeds into town and drags it all back up again, it'll take a lot of forgiveness on both sides for us to have a second chance.
Adam once told me a fairy tale without an ending is just a tragedy. But the thing is... our story isn't a fairy tale. It's a complicated mess.
The only question is, are we so stubborn that we'll let our love get lost in the static?
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