BY THE TIME BONNIE GOT TO COLORADO, WILL HAD ALREADY BEEN CREMATED.
The call had come from her older brother, Scott. She’d been in Cape Cod, on a weekend away with her mom and her sister, and when she picked up the phone, Scott said, “Where are you?” and she knew something was wrong. In her estimation, she cried, nonstop, for 72 hours. She could not eat. She could not drink. She did not sleep. She threw up. She had diarrhea. “Your very insides are revolting against what you just heard,” she says now, thinking about that time.
The Gunnison County coroner was a kindly older man who wore a cowboy hat. He escorted Bonnie as well as Will’s father, Gary, and younger brother, John, into a bare room with…
