I Taught My Son to Ride and Three Weeks Later I Had to Bury His Helmet

to do.

I looked at Marcus Bosworth.

Rachel’s son. Sixteen years old. Sitting in the second row of the gallery with his grandmother’s arm around his shoulders. He had been watching the photographs the whole time. His face was the color of paper.

I said to him, “Son. I’m sorry.”

The courtroom went silent.

I said, “You didn’t do anything. You’re going to lose continue reading …