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

angry and fragile.

“Where’s my son?”

“Sleeping,” I said, stepping back to let her in. “It’s been a traumatic night.”

“You had no right to take him across state lines without my permission.”

“I had every right to remove him from an abusive situation.” I kept my voice even. “Would you have preferred I left him in police custody while Robert’s colleagues continue reading …