Framed By My Son: The Survivor's Story

over a scene

keleton of charred bea

Montana wilderness

SUVs sped up the mountain road,

families h

their faces masks of horror and di

ed suit collapsed t

screamed into his ph

ed-out lodge and

when I

le trail leading from a rock outcropping,

slow, steady process

dozen

wrapped in emergenc

sing

silence washed o

into gasps

the phone

cries of "Mother!" and

ions could begin, another f

le

is face was a theatrical m

a shaking f

is! She set

cusing shriek that cut

all burn! She tried to k

n Scott, rushed onto the scene, his face

bellowed, positioning himsel

aleb a su

th his phone and

ce, cold and cruel,

they'd just

e same lie that condem

ed instantly into suspicion

against me, just a