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confirmed every detail, sealed Terrence’s fate to save herself.
He never looked at me during the trial. Never apologized. Never showed a single moment of remorse.
After the verdict, I drove to St. Jude’s Baptist Church and sat in the same pew where I’d buried Esther. Pastor Williams came and sat beside me.
“It’s done,” I said.
“Yes,” he replied. “Justice continue reading …
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