At 2:27 a.m., my mother called from a police-station bathroom and whispered, “Honey, Dana hurt me during an argument, and your brother did nothing. Now they’re claiming I’m mentally unstable and blaming me for everything.”
PART 1 — THE CALL AT 2:27 A.M. At 2:27 in the morning, my mother called me from the bathroom of the Westbridge police station. Her voice was barely louder than a whisper. “Evelyn,...