All I have is an email address. Not Hannah's, but that of a friend who's made a quickie GoFundMe site to help out the family. The amount in the donation box at the bottom of the screen is impressive, over fifteen thousand dollars and rising, pledged in tiny increments, drib by loving drab, many by strangers. Finally a message comes in. Hannah's fundraising friend. She sends me a phone number, and says good luck. Tommy, Hannah's son, picks...