At a small Chicago clinic, an Alaska nurse called about my daughter and said, “Your son-in-law hasn’t been here.” I booked the first flight north without crying, and by dawn, his Bahamas honeymoon was no longer the worst thing I’d found. – News

I took out my phone and called Marcus Reed.

We had worked together years ago in Chicago. He’d been a trauma surgeon then, brilliant and sharp, the kind of doctor who could crack a chest open with his hands steady as a watchmaker’s. Later he went to law school because, according to him, he got tired of stitching people back together only to watch systems continue reading …