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A mile down <strong>the</strong> road, I pull over. He just told me he was go<strong>in</strong>g to kill himself, that he has a detailed<br />
plan for it. Now what am I supposed to do: Keep it a secret? Call <strong>the</strong> police, his family, a caseworker? Do I<br />
have a legal responsibility? A moral one? I drive to my hotel <strong>in</strong> a panic and phone a couple of <strong>the</strong>rapists for<br />
advice.<br />
<strong>The</strong> legal part is clear: a man who says he’s go<strong>in</strong>g to kill himself <strong>in</strong> six months is not mak<strong>in</strong>g an<br />
imm<strong>in</strong>ent threat. It doesn’t matter if Knight passes time like a tree, his six months not like our six months—I<br />
could take him to <strong>the</strong> police or a hospital and <strong>the</strong>y wouldn’t hold him aga<strong>in</strong>st his will.<br />
Morally, th<strong>in</strong>gs are murkier. To me, Knight is serious about his threat, no question. Ca<strong>the</strong>r<strong>in</strong>e Benoist, a<br />
cl<strong>in</strong>ical psychologist <strong>in</strong> private practice near Chicago, agrees: “He meets several criteria that would classify<br />
him as be<strong>in</strong>g at a very high potential for suicide.” His need for autonomy, Benoist adds, only amplifies this<br />
likelihood, as suicide can be considered <strong>the</strong> ultimate expression of <strong>in</strong>dependence. Thomas Frazier of <strong>the</strong><br />
Center for Autism <strong>in</strong> Cleveland seconds this op<strong>in</strong>ion: “He’s at very, very high risk for suicide.” Peter Deri,<br />
<strong>the</strong> cl<strong>in</strong>ical psychologist <strong>in</strong> New York, says, “I would worry about him.”<br />
I worry all night, and <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> morn<strong>in</strong>g I decide to return to his home and tell him <strong>in</strong> person that I’m<br />
conflicted. We’ll talk it out, I’m th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g, like I’d do with a real friend. I drive <strong>the</strong> rural roads toward Albion,<br />
and just before his house I approach his bro<strong>the</strong>r’s place, where <strong>the</strong> garage door is open, and <strong>in</strong>side,<br />
t<strong>in</strong>ker<strong>in</strong>g with an eng<strong>in</strong>e, is a man: th<strong>in</strong>, glasses, jeans, baseball cap. It’s Chris. I pull over. <strong>The</strong> man <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
garage looks up.<br />
It’s not him. It’s Daniel. We see each o<strong>the</strong>r. I’m stopped on <strong>the</strong> side of <strong>the</strong> road, close enough to talk, so I<br />
feel like I have little choice but to get out and say hello. I’m pull<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> door handle when I notice, up <strong>the</strong><br />
street, a man frantically wav<strong>in</strong>g at me. This time it is Chris. I drive away from Daniel awkwardly, without<br />
speak<strong>in</strong>g, and park <strong>in</strong> front of <strong>the</strong> garage with <strong>the</strong> wea<strong>the</strong>r vane.<br />
Chris approaches my car and motions for me to lower <strong>the</strong> w<strong>in</strong>dow. I do not. I open <strong>the</strong> door and step out.<br />
He’s extremely agitated—he witnessed my brief encounter with Daniel and says I’ve done “terrible<br />
damage.” Knight’s face, I see, has closed aga<strong>in</strong>. <strong>The</strong> previous day, he had been so will<strong>in</strong>g to reveal himself,<br />
and now he’s snapped shut. I expla<strong>in</strong> that I was afraid of what he’d told me about <strong>the</strong> Lady of <strong>the</strong> <strong>Woods</strong>. “I<br />
was just explor<strong>in</strong>g an idea,” he says angrily. He’s retreat<strong>in</strong>g from his threats, it’s clear, to get rid of me.<br />
“Go back to Montana,” Knight says. “<strong>The</strong> cowboys need <strong>the</strong>ir fa<strong>the</strong>r. Leave me alone. Now.” He walks<br />
<strong>in</strong>side his house without ano<strong>the</strong>r word, and for <strong>the</strong> second time <strong>in</strong> two days I drive back to my hotel upset.<br />
This time I call real estate agents. It doesn’t seem healthy for a middle-aged man to live <strong>in</strong> his childhood