The Room My Father Built
The jury did not have to decide it, because she took a plea nine months in.
I do not know what she understood.
I have never met her properly and I never will.
What I know is this.
In September, seven months pregnant with his child, she sat in a folding chair in a Holiday Inn conference room in Independence and let a technician put a needle in her arm and write my name on the tube.
And it is a matter of record that she asked one question during that appointment, which the technician remembered and testified to.