One of my favorite NY Times Magazine pieces in the last few years won the Pulitzer Prize for Feature Writing when the winners were announced earlier this week. This is one that definitely choked me up.
Here’s one of my favorite parts:
Ashley Volk was home in her kitchen in Chicago. She had been working graveyard shifts tending bar. She knew that Winter had been trying to get Siatta out but did not know about Chambers’s offer, or that a release was imminent. She saw Maureen’s number and answered.
Siatta’s voice was on the other end.
“Love,” he said.
“Oh my God!” she screamed. She fell against the kitchen cupboard and then to the floor, where she curled up, sobbing. Through the phone she could hear Siatta. He was crying, too.