Todos los capítulos de Heartbreak And Wars: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Blake's POVHope's documentary project consumed our household for months. At thirteen, she'd developed obsessive dedication to storytelling that reminded me uncomfortably of myself at that age—before prison, before Morrison, before any of the complications that defined my adult life."Dad, I need to interview you about Morrison's revenge," she announced one Saturday morning, camera equipment already set up in our living room. "And I need you to be honest, not give me the sanitized version you tell journalists.""What makes you think there's sanitized version?""Because I've read all three of your books and watched your interviews. You talk about Morrison's revenge like it's distant historical event. But it happened to you—to us. I want the real emotional truth, not the public narrative."I sat across from her camera, suddenly nervous about being interrogated by my own daughter."Okay, Hope. What do you want to know?""How did it feel when the FBI arrested you? Like, actually feel, not

Aloe's POVJames graduated high school with no particular interest in criminal justice reform, which felt like small victory. At eighteen, he'd decided to pursue engineering at Oregon State, choosing field completely unrelated to the cause that defined our family."I'm proud of you for finding your own path," Blake told him during graduation dinner. "You don't have to follow in my footsteps or dedicate yourself to the work that consumed my life.""I know. But honestly, Dad, watching you fight all those years—it was exhausting just being near it. I want career that doesn't involve constant battles and systemic injustice. I want to build bridges, literally, not metaphorically fix broken systems.""That's completely valid. Someone needs to build actual infrastructure."Daniel, now fifteen, had different perspective. He'd grown up hearing stories about Morrison's revenge as family history, had watched Blake and Wakes work on foundation projects his entire conscious life, had Hope as older

Aloe's POVTwenty years after Morrison's revenge was exposed, we gathered at the foundation's twentieth anniversary celebration. The event took place at the same Portland convention center where we'd celebrated the tenth anniversary, but everything else had changed.The foundation now operated in all fifty states, had staff exceeding five hundred, and had helped exonerate 312 people each representing years of life saved from wrongful imprisonment. The numbers were staggering, the impact immeasurable.James flew in from Seattle where he worked as structural engineer, his career completely divorced from criminal justice but successful and fulfilling. At twenty-seven, he'd recently gotten engaged to fellow engineer, building life unconnected to our family's dramatic history.Hope, now twenty-two, was investigative journalist for major news network, her documentary work having launched career that was already garnering awards and recognition. She'd maintained focus on criminal justice rep

Hope's POVThe story broke at three AM when a source finally sent the documents I'd been pursuing for eight months. I was twenty-three, working as investigative journalist for national news network, and I'd just received evidence of systematic prosecutorial misconduct in a major city's district attorney's office."Dad's going to freak out," I muttered to myself, reviewing the files. "This is Morrison-level misconduct, just ongoing instead of posthumous."The evidence showed deliberate suppression of exculpatory evidence in over forty cases, coerced witness testimony, and coordinated effort to maintain high conviction rates regardless of actual guilt. Three people had been executed based on these tainted prosecutions. Dozens more remained in prison.I called my editor at six AM. "I have it. Everything we needed to prove the DA's office has been systematically hiding evidence.""How solid?""Internal memos explicitly discussing suppression strategies. Testimony from assistant prosecutor

Blake's POVTwenty-five years after Morrison's revenge was exposed, I woke to find Aloe watching me from across the pillow, an expression on her face I couldn't quite read."What?" I asked."You're fifty-six years old. We've been married twenty-eight years. Morrison's been dead a quarter century. And you're still here, still fighting, still building." She touched my face gently. "I'm just grateful."The foundation's twenty-fifth anniversary gala was that evening. Unlike previous milestone celebrations, this one felt different—less about proving Morrison wrong, more about celebrating what we'd built independent of his attempted destruction."Four hundred and twenty-three exonerations," Evelyn reported during her presentation. At forty-three, she'd been foundation chair for a decade, her leadership having expanded operations beyond anything Wakes or I had imagined. "Combined total of 5,847 years of wrongful imprisonment prevented. Reforms implemented in all fifty states plus three terri