My Son Came Home With a Concussion and Whispered, “Grandpa Said Daddy Wouldn’t Come”—Then a Camera at 8:17 Exposed What My Family Was Hiding
No name.
Just a man.
A dark jacket.
A vehicle.
A time.
8:17 p.m.
When I left, I stood on the public sidewalk across from Frank’s house.
From there, I could see the gate.