I can’t believe this is happening. I’m racing through downtown Pittsburgh to rescue a child from his own father. I can hardly breathe, I’m so angry at this fuck for scaring Lucy and, apparently, hurting Wyatt. The kid is four years old. What sort of monster harms a child?

The same sort who abandons his family. The same sort who leaves a pregnant teenager to overdose in a homeless encampment. I grind my teeth together as we drive and I manage to shave two minutes off the ...