At 2:27 a.m., My Dad Called: “Your Sister-in-Law Beat Me with a Baseball Bat—But She Told Police I Attacked Her Because I’m Mentally Ill”

sign anything. Do not agree to any evaluation. Do not let them separate you from legal counsel. I am coming.”

I pulled on my tactical jacket, clipped my badge to my belt, and grabbed my keys off the counter.

The Drive Over

The roads through Columbus sat nearly empty, washed in amber streetlight. As I drove, I made myself examine the situation the way continue reading …