I drove across the city like a man possessed while my attorney got the precinct on the line.

When I came screeching into the clinic lot, two of the men were shouldering the wooden door of my father’s room, trying to force it, and on the other side of it Lucy had wedged a heavy table against the frame and was holding it there with her whole body, shouting that they had no authorization, that they were not taking him anywhere.

“Get away from that door!” I roared, running.

“The police are already coming!”