It felt like the floor dropping out.

Because if it wasn’t my fault, then eighteen months of penance had been paid to no one, for nothing, and I had thrown away my life to atone for a crime I hadn’t committed.

Chapter 13 — Tell Laura It Wasn’t Her Fault

On the second day, an investigator slid a single printed page across the table to me and said she thought I had a right to see it.

It was a transcript.