Alistair, “we need you to come with us.”
Alistair did not resist. Men like him rarely did in public. But as the officers escorted him away, he looked back once. Not at Desmond. Not at Katherine. At Oliver. My son sat on the floor with cracker crumbs on his shirt, smiling at nothing. Alistair smiled back. And it was the most frightening thing I had ever continue reading …