At 1:47 A.M., A Call From A Police Station Turned A Routine Arrest Into A Reckoning That Reached Boston

The April morning carried a chill that went beyond temperature.

“We should call your mother,” I said once we were settled in the car. “Her shift must be ending soon.”

Tyler stared out the window. His profile, in that early grey light, was so reminiscent of Michael at that age that my heart tightened unexpectedly.

“She’ll take his side,” he said quietly.continue reading …