My son texted me a week before New Year’s Eve: “Dad, don’t come. It’s dangerous.” I went anyway, only to find him chained up in the basement of his own house with his knee completely shattered, while his wife celebrated upstairs with fifteen guests. I didn’t yell. I simply took out my phone and recorded the words that would destroy them all.

The Iron Chain and the Empty Ledger “Whatever you do, Dad, do not come here. If you step through that front door tonight, they are going to eliminate you.” The line went dead before I could even formulate a question. I stood in the center of my dimly lit kitchen, the dial tone buzzing against […] The post My son texted me a week before New Year’s Eve: “Dad, don’t come. It’s dangerous.” I went…