Clean Verdict, Dirty Truth
My crippled sister, Monica Porter, jumped from the roof of the classroom building.
The day before she died, she had just been fitted with the custom prosthetic legs I had paid for with ten years of savings. She was glowing, excited to finally stand up on her own.
But my wife's best friend, a guy she said was just like a brother to her, locked Monica inside an empty art room. He smashed her new legs, forced her to crawl on the floor and lick paint clean to retrieve the broken parts, and recorded everything on video.
And my wife, a judge, ultimately ruled that the case could not stand.
"The video cannot confirm the time it was recorded and may represent consensual performance art between b
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