Vanzant? There’s been an accident.…” The words are burned into my brain—the tone, their inflection, every one of them a bullet to the heart. In the first few days following Sam’s death, those words spoken by the police officer at my door resounded like a maniacal loop designed to kill me by way o...
Long ago, when he was a child, he had played the wizardin his school production of The Wizard of Oz—the perfect part for him, as it turned out, because he wasthe only one who didn’t have to sing. If only he’d had some kind of musical ability. He would havebecome a rock star, a guy with tigh...