Unending Night
Shortly before 7 a.m. Saturday Andy Drayton pulled his 10-year-old Saturn up to the gate and glanced at his passenger. "You're home," he said as he gently shook the girl awake. "Are you going to be alright?" Regan Riley rubbed her eyes and looked out the windshield. The sun could just be seen over the house. She was certain her parents were awake. They had probably been awakened by a frantic phone call from Clairborne Benedict Prep. But maybe not yet. "What time is it?" she asked the...