None of it mattered. Evan was gone. The media descended.
They loved the story. Killer grandmother. Religious extremism.
Eugenics dressed as devotion. Daniel moved out days later. I didn’t stop him.
When he tried to hug me goodbye, I stepped back. “You didn’t do it,” he said. “You didn’t stop it,” I replied.
“That’s the same thing.”
The trial took eight months. Margaret pleaded insanity. She cried for herself.
For her reputation. For prison food. She never cried for Evan.
The jury deliberated less than four hours. Guilty. Life without parole.
Claire accepted a plea deal. Five years. Daniel was never charged.
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