The 3 A.M. Call

My daughter called me in the middle of the night.

“Dad, I’m at the police station. My stepfather beat me, but now he’s telling them that I attacked him. They believe him.”

When I arrived at the station, the officer on duty turned pale and, stammering, said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

The phone rang at 3:17 a.m. on a Thursday in late October,continue reading …