After a Little Boy’s Death, Grief and Regret at Missed Clues
Kyle Smith’s deflated body lay in a small white coffin piled with stuffed animals, a bruise still visible on his right cheek. All evening, scores of teary friends and relatives consoled his ashen father, a doorman in Manhattan’s financial district, and his sobbing mother, a newly married restaurant manager now living in South Carolina.
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