I only heard the phone because the back door was open. I was outside breaking up a fight between my two kids over which one of them should have the bubble-blowing machine, and it was threatening to turn ugly. To my dying day, I will always wonder what would have happened if the door had been shut, or the noise of the kids had been so loud that I hadn’t heard it.
It had just turned three o’clock on a cloudy Saturday afternoon in late May, and my whole world was about to collapse.
I ran back inside the house,...