That day, Michael had received a call from the nurse at his eldest child’s school.
Keith, who is eight, appeared to have a bad case of pink eye.
The nurse told Michael that she couldn’t get hold of Leah and that Keith needed to see a doctor as soon as possible.
Michael lived in a city called Charles Town, more than an hour away, and he wasn’t supposed to pick the kids up until 6 P.M.
He imagined that Leah had been treating the pink eye with a natural home remedy, because, as he later told me, “she’s all holistic” and “has, uh . . . what did she call it?
