PART 3

Once every single item of personal value was gone and the cupboards in Rebecca’s kitchen grew bare again, despair drove him to make a terrible choice.

“Every single time my conscience warned me to stop slipping items into my coat at the market, I saw the faces of those three little children starving in that chilly house,” Clarence whispered into the quiet room.

I looked directly at Judge Lawson, determined to finish the entire account before anyone could order me to step down from the stand.