Who Is Her Victim
I brought my three-month-old son, Leo, to my husband's home for the holidays.
But while my son was asleep, my niece, Lana Wright, and her classmates carried him upstairs and threw him down.
My baby died right in front of me.
I lost my mind. I scooped him up and tried to rush him to the hospital, but it was already too late.
He was gone before we ever made it there.
Because my niece was still a minor, she barely faced any consequences.
The court ordered her family to pay eight hundred thousand dollars in compensation, but my sister-in-law, Ariel Stone, wailed and screamed, accusing me of trying to drive them to their deaths.
I cried until I felt like my heart had been torn apart.
All I wanted was justice.
But my husband, David Wright, and mother-in-law, Karen Bailey, only scolded me.
“Lana is just a child too! Are you really going to destroy her life just because your son died?”
I never got my revenge.
In the end, grief and hatred hollowed me out. That winter, I died of a heart attack.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the holiday gathering.
This time, I immediately called my parents and asked them to take my son away.
But even then, my niece still threw a baby from upstairs.