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For months, my husband and I had puzzled over how to respond to this woman whose emails suggested a clearly deteriorating mental status. We chose a path of avoidance—keeping our distance but expressing concern to law enforcement periodically when something seemed particularly concerning. Since we didn't live in the area, we had almost no interactions with other neighbors so were unaware of all that was going on with them.
Carol Runyan
He came at me. I redirected his blows and escorted him out the door. I worked with adolescents in treatment, custody, and correctional services for years as a child and youth worker. I may be a fag, but I'm a trained one.
Andrew Tibbetts
The Kashmiri sub-inspector and some Indian soldiers were waiting for me in the quarter where the boy had been seen. It was a jumbled labyrinth of streets and houses on a cloudy, stuffy morning at the beginning of the rains. We began questioning the people as to where the boy had gone and, as usual, failed to get any definite information. That is invariably the case; a story always sounds clear enough at a distance, but the nearer you get to the scene of events, the vaguer it becomes. Some of the people said the boy had gone in one direction, some said he had gone in another, some professed not even to have heard of any boy. I had almost made up my mind the whole story was a lie.
Haseeb Andrabi
