As soon as I stepped onto the sidewalk into the freezing afternoon air, he blocked my path, holding a small digital recorder toward my face.
“Mr. Miller, I am Todd Becker from the Brooklyn Daily Report,” he said, his boots clicking on the icy concrete. “Do you have a response to the allegations that your wife is mentally unstable?”
I kept my head down, walking briskly toward the subway entrance at the corner of the street.
“Is it true that you locked your mother out of her own apartment and withheld food from your family?” he asked, jogging to keep pace with me.
“No comment,” I said, keeping my hands buried deep inside my coat pockets.
“The video of your mother crying has over five thousand views on our page,” he said, holding his phone out so I could see the screen. “Your sister Chloe says you are hiding your son from them.”
