I’m only afraid of one thing: earthquakes. But those never happen in Los Angeles—except when they do.
I’m also afraid my mom and sister will be deported. Unlike me, they don’t have any papers. Maybe my biggest fear is that my husband—my very estranged husband—will finally give up on me and become my ex-husband. It’s not like I’ve done anything to build up his faith in me these last few years…
Every day I wake up with the same fear—not that I’ll get killed by a perp in the line of duty—that never happens to an LAPD officer—except when it does. My number one worry is that one day a process server will show up on my doorstep with divorce papers.
Then last night, while I was watching my wife anchor the news, the ground shook. I had to put aside the fear of losing my wife…so I could save her.