Train to Reno
A Journey Through Grief, Anger, and Quiet Strength
The phone call came late, slicing through the quiet of our house like the snap of a wire. I was sprawled on the living room floor, buried in the pages of a Flash comic book, when the sound startled me. My father answered in the kitchen, his broad shoulders outlined by the dim glow of the overhead light. His voice, calm and unyielding as ever, dropped i…
