“The sun is setting on the way to my last pit stop of the day. The sky is burnt orange, and the air is thick with the smell of a thousand backyard barbeques. As I enter the neighborhood in Walnut Creek that Kurt now calls home, I scan the faces of all of the seemingly happy suburban families enjoying the last days of summer. I see proud fathers washing their cars and squirting their children as they ride by on their bikes. The kids who aren’t on bikes are tending to their le...