Katie Brewster sat on our front porch, huddled against the wall with her arms wrapped around herself. I knew at a glance that she was crying. She looked up at me with reddened eyes when I got out of the Jeep. Freckles jumped down and rushed to lick at Katie’s face. She sobbed as she ruffled the w...
Or at least the way it happened for me as I reached the outskirts of Skagway, scanning the unfamiliar scene—seaport, mountains, ocean vessels—looking for a heliport where my husband should be awaiting my arrival. There it was, a flat stretch of tarmac with a half-dozen helicopters sitting like in...
They advised her of her rights, photographed and fingerprinted her. She kept her lips pressed together through the whole ordeal and was shown to a cell where a tired-looking woman in a see-through blouse and tight skirt that barely covered her buns sat on the thin mattress on a stainless steel bu...