My grandson called me at 5 a.m. “Grandma, please… don’t wear your red coat today.” His voice was shaking. “why?” i asked. “You’ll understand soon,” he whispered. At 9 a.m., i went to catch the bus. When i arrived, i stopped cold — and realized exactly what he had meant... The call came at exactly five in the morning, just as the first thin line of Montana dawn pushed over the tree line. Alexia Harper, sixty-three years old and long accustomed to fractured sleep, was already awake, sitting beside