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After everything was settled, Mom resigned from her practice.She sold the house, the cars, every property and share she owned.Every last dollar went to child-welfare nonprofits serving foster youth.Then she left and never settled anywhere again.Some said they'd seen her by the Esser River.She would sit on the stone steps by the water in clothes faded from countless washings and stay there from morning to night.A small bouquet of white flowers would drift on the water before her, slowly carried downstream.Others said that everywhere she went, she volunteered with organizations serving children in foster care.She bought the children clothes and school supplies, told them stories, and taught them to read and write.She was gentle with every single child. But no one ever saw her smile.Some said she often sat by the roadside in the middle of the night, talking to herself, as though apologizing to someone.Only Mom knew that she would never outrun this. Not for the rest of her life.
Two weeks later, the hearing resumed.The gallery was even more packed than before, flooded with reporters and spectators.Everyone was waiting for the sentence.The courtroom erupted when the judge read the sentence."On eight counts of first-degree murder, the defendant, Leo Mercer, is found guilty. The crimes were exceptionally heinous and posed an extreme danger to the public. However, in light of his diagnosed psychiatric disorder, and given the weight this court affords the rehabilitation-first principle argued by the defense, the defendant is sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole."The death penalty will not be imposed.""No!" Screams of anguish tore through the victims' families. Some collapsed onto the floor. One mother fainted outright, unable to bear the blow.The courtroom dissolved into chaos."How can you not sentence him to death? He killed eight people!""Mental disorder? Bullshit! He's faking it!""Rehabilitation first! Easy for you to say! It's
Those words struck my parents like a bolt of lightning.Mom's voice turned shrill. "No. Absolutely not! He killed eight people! He has to die! We take it back! We're taking back everything we said, right now!"A barely perceptible note of scorn flickered in Harris's eyes. "Mrs. Reese, you're a well-known attorney. You should know the justice system is no game. Every word spoken in court is on the record. You can't erase it because you regret it now. When you were up on your high horse, being so generous with other people's pain, did it ever occur to you that it might come around to you?"With that, he turned and left with his officers without another word.Mom clenched her fists, unable to say a single thing in her own defense.After all, when those victims' families had wept and begged the court to sentence Leo to death, she was the one sitting in the gallery, casually suggesting that the victims were partly at fault.It was Dad who had stood at the defense lectern, eloquently preachi
For three full hours, Dad and Mom sat on the living room sofa without moving.The doorbell rang. Dad started as though jolted awake and stumbled to the door.Detective Harris and two officers stood outside, their faces grave. "Mr. Reese, Mrs. Reese. The recovery operation at the Esser River is complete. The remains of the eighth victim have been brought ashore."The forensic lab just confirmed the DNA match. It is your daughter, Mia. Time of death, approximately one year ago. Consistent with Leo's account."Mom's legs gave out. She slid down the doorframe to the floor."The medical examiner's office has... arranged for you to view the remains. Would you... like to go?" Harris softened his voice.Dad's lips quivered. For a long time, no words came. In the end, he gave a single stiff nod.The morgue at the medical examiner's office was as cold as a freezer. Dad and Mom had to be half-carried in by the officers.A white sheet covered the remains on the examination table. The medical exami
"Mia... my Mia..." Mom let out a raw, piercing wail.The memory hit her. She climbed over the gallery railing, rushed to Dad, and pounded his chest with her fists. "This is your fault! All of it!"Her eyes were wild and bloodshot, bordering on madness. "You hung up on her when she called for help! Why didn't you believe her? Why did you tell her to go die somewhere else!"Dad stood rigid, his gaze fixed on the defense table.Leo was watching them with rapt interest, an idle smile still playing on his lips.Just moments ago, Dad had been standing at the defense lectern, methodically arguing to spare this murderer's life.He had said forgiveness was more powerful than killing.His wife had said the victims were partly to blame.He had looked down on those grieving families who cried for the death penalty, dismissed them as ignorant and emotional, blinded by hatred.He had believed himself rational, noble, occupying the moral high ground.But now, the dead girl was his daughter.Every rig
"Impossible!" Dad blurted out, his voice rising to a sharp, unfamiliar pitch. "The police only recovered the remains of seven victims from Leo's garden! There were only seven pairs of eyes in his trophy room! How can there be an eighth?""Those seven were carefully chosen prey," Leo cut in. "They were beautiful and proud, and they thought their pretty faces gave them the right to look down on me. Of course I took their eyes as keepsakes."His tone shifted, becoming flippant and cruel. "But Mia was different. She was just a poor little lamb who stumbled in at the wrong time. Fragile, helpless, barely made a sound when she cried. So I showed her some mercy and left her body intact. Just tied a heavy rock to her and sank her to the bottom of the Esser River."Dad lunged forward and grabbed Detective Harris by the collar.His usually immaculate hair had fallen apart, strands plastered to his forehead, every trace of his polished composure gone. "How the hell are you running this investigat







