The next morning, I received the call. The District Attorney formally charged me with manslaughter. The state of Texas didn't differentiate between that and involuntary. They'd graciously waited until after the funeral since I hadn't been considered a flight risk, but the autopsy had revealed exactly what I knew it would. Matt had been there when I got the call and stood waiting for me to hang up.
"What did they say?" The man who'd loved me enough to propose to me made a brief appearance, concerned with my future, or maybe just how it would affect his.
I twirled the ring on my left finger. "Manslaughter."
"Have you chosen an attorney?"
"No. I've only been able to deal with one thing at a time. Guess that just moved to the top of the list. I'll have to notify the University as well."
"Do you think they'll let you continue teaching?"
"Doubtful. They don't want the negativity associated with the school."