This is not a movie. There’s no dramatic music in the background. A happy ending, far from a guarantee.

The concern in Donnie Herman’s voice was clear as day. So was his stress. With two telephones to his ear, he listened to his wife, Melinda, as she fled into an attic of their Loganville home. With her: Her two 9-year-old children and a loaded .38 revolver.

In the house: An intruder with a crowbar.

On another line was the 911 operator Donnie Herman had called for help. Herman’s words to his wife, as he sat helplessly, an hour away from the home, were recorded.

Continue reading →