She sat in her seat and looked over at her son’s angelic countenance. His head had drooped a little to one side and a slight smile played on his lips. More tears coursed down her cheeks. We have met the devil, she thought, and his name is autism.
Corky has always seemed a bit strange to the rest of the Cottage Park community. But they’ve mostly been willing to overlook his eccentricities—a fact his family has been grateful for. Until one day when two teenagers are badly beaten and Corky is found standing over them, holding a baseball bat.
Now the people of Cottage Park aren’t sure what to think.