Part I: The Night They Tried to Make Me Small The roast chicken was still steaming when my father laughed at me. Not a warm laugh. Not even a surprised...
Part One: The Belt in the Sunroom My father’s belt made a sound I had not heard in eighteen years. A fast, dry hiss through cotton loops. Leather sliding against...
Human trafficking is one of the worst crimes law enforcement says they encounter. The problem is pervasive in Montana communities—both large and small. We are following breaking news out of...
The first scream came out of me before I even knew I was making it. My daughter was on the ground in the dead yellow grass, and a scarred pitbull...
Part I: The Night the Table Broke My father dropped his fork when I said the word penthouse. It hit the china with a thin, bright crack that seemed too...
Part I — The House With My Name On It The first time my mother called me a thief, she was standing in the front hall of the house I...
The night Officer Daniel Mercer knocked on my door, my dog was already growling before I heard the truck. It was a low sound, deep and rough, the kind that...
Part I: The Check The first thing I noticed was the smell of truffle butter burning. It hung over the private dining room in a rich, greasy ribbon, mixing with...
Very good news here, but there is still a suspect on the run in this particular case. Police say there was some sort of traffic dispute. This dramatic footage shows...
Part I: The Cry Before Dawn The first contraction hit Evelyn Hart in the hospital elevator between the second and third floors. She did not scream. She closed one gloved...