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

a June evening, we were preparing for the first dinner gathering of our extended family since the crisis. Catherine had flown in from Toronto. Jennifer would be joining us—the first time all four of us would share a meal since everything had fractured and then reshaped itself.

“Should I put out the good china?” Tyler asked as he helped me set the table.continue reading …