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After they removed the cuffs they put me into a cell. Speechless, I sunk onto the bench weighed down by failure. The suicide that had taken my son and ended my marriage had been the start of my unraveling. The arrest was merely part of what I was becoming used to. I was losing the will to fight. I was drowning like a man under water with rocks tied to his legs; too heavy to rise up and get out of the way. I was afforded only minutes to feel sorry for myself when Carrie entered the room accompanied by an officer who unlocked the cell door and let her in.
She rushed in and hugged me, filling me with hope. “I was here before you were. I knew they were bringing you in. You didn’t respond to my message.”
“My phone was off.”
She smiled. “Well, you can use your one phone call for someone e
