The author is surprised to find no one home for dance class, and then two men in black show up at her door.
The day begins with birthday wishes, but I speak my last words to my daughter, not knowing what was to come before I return form work that day.
I sat in court with my friends to support them when their son was on trial for accidentally hitting and killing a biker. He was high functioning, but had some special needs. Would the judge send him to jail? I hoped and prayed he wouldn’t!