My Husband Destroyed the Kitchen Camera Before the Police Arrived — He Never Knew My Late Father Had Built It to Keep a Copy

He had not just failed to escape.

He had spent six months building the case against himself, brick by brick, in the dark, certain he was building his freedom.

Chapter 16 — The Stand

When I took the witness stand, Derek finally looked at me — really looked at me — for the first time since I had walked in.

And his face was no longer arrogant, and no longer offended.

It was pleading.