After My Father’s

refused the offer.

Then I cried in the restroom for seven minutes where nobody could see.

At nine Thursday morning, I sat across from Blake Mercer in a glass conference room downtown.

He was fortyish, smooth, polite, and nervous.

Miles sat to his right.

Of course he did.

His attorney sat beside him.

Nora sat beside me.

Margaret sat at the end of the table,continue reading …