It was eight o’clock Halloween night, 2002. I was nine months pregnant with Deputy Barney and W was three then, singing and splashing around in his bath when the phone rang. I closed the door to the bathroom when I went to answer it.
“Hello…”
“B, it’s your mother.” She was crying. I knew that Dad’s battle with [...]
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