A Police Dog Attacked a Baby Stroller at the Airport — What 300 Motorcyclists Uncovered Hours Later Exposed a Crime So Dark It Shook the Nation
Chapter One: The Moment the World Stopped Breathing
Airports have a very specific kind of exhaustion, one that seeps into your bones and makes even standing still feel like labor, and as I adjusted the fraying strap of my diaper bag for the hundredth time at Midway International, I remember thinking that grief must feel a lot like this, heavy and constant, something you carry even when you don’t want to anymore. My daughter, Nora, slept against my chest in her carrier, her warm breath fogging the inside of my jacket, blissfully unaware that her father had been buried only seven months ago, blissfully unaware that the life we once had was already gone.
