The Accusations Begin
“Your son ruined our family,” Conrad spat. “Look what he did to her face.”
Lauren sobbed harder.
“He’s an animal,” someone muttered.
“They’re charging him as an adult, right?” Conrad’s father added coldly.
I looked down at my son’s hands.
His knuckles were swollen and bruised.
From the outside, it seemed like there could be no possible justification.
But I still asked the only question that mattered.
“Tell me your side.”
