My parents had always believed they were untouchable.
My father, Thomas Caldwell, was a well-known contractor in our quiet Ohio town — the kind of man people trusted with handshakes and Sunday smiles. He was a Rotary Club board member, the one who sponsored the high school football team every year and paid for the town’s Christmas lights. My mother, Margaret, …
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