The police had come. An ambulance followed, then another. Dan was stressed out. I could hear it in his voice, but his focus and confidence impressed me. He had everything under control before I could even figure out what had happened.

I wished I could have seen him play basketball instead of just listening to it.

Then, as the descriptions of events that I had missed unfolded, I went from giddy to shaken to terrified.

By the time Dan insisted they let him take me home, they had taken away the man I was told tried to grab Boston and pushed Heather down. They took Heather, too. They wanted to...