I can still see his profile and the anguish etched on his face. It was a profile because we were in a police car. My husband sat in the front, and I was in the back and he had turned halfway in the driver’s seat to see us both. It was an awkward way to tell us and I’m sure it wasn’t his first choice. They’d gone to our home but we weren’t there so they met us in the parking lot where we’d had dinner.
He was white with an angular Romanesque face and a strong jaw. His hair … Read more...