Chapter One: Intake
The taxi rolls north along the West Side Highway. I sit in the back-seat next to my mother, six inches of highly charged space between us. Turning my face away as far as possible, I look out at the Hudson River, the George Washington Bridge growing larger by degrees. I'm filled with conflicting emotions: fear, anger, defiance. My life as I know it is about to end. They're going to lock me up. And it's all her fault.
My mother's face wears a familiar shutdown blankness. For just a second I wish I could reach out and touch her, ending the war between us. I would revert to the nice, accommodating child I'd been,...