Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document

Paul jotted that down without looking up.

“Room 204 in a few minutes.

You can sit with her, but don’t let her drink more than a sip at a time.”

“Paul,” I said.

“Did Julian say anything out on the porch?”

He quit writing.

“He told the first officer you forced your way inside and scared the child.

That’s his statement.