"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
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