My Granddaughter Called Me At 2 A.m. From An Intake Office

she was gone. And I brought this person…” He couldn’t finish.

This time, the shame didn’t paralyze him. It ignited something else. A quiet, focused rage.

The next day, Daniel walked into the police station with his own lawyer and my file on Jennifer Albright.

The apathetic gears of the justice system suddenly ground into motion with surprising speed. continue reading …