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

after three decades on the bench. You’ve become the primary parent of a teenager at sixty-five.” She paused. “That’s not exactly a quiet retirement.”

I hadn’t considered my actions in that light. I had simply responded to what was needed.

“Anyone would have done the same,” I said.

Catherine’s eyebrow rose in familiar skepticism. “No, Mother. They wouldn’t continue reading …