“My Mother-in-Law Took My Son to an Appointment — At 3 A.M., He Came Home Alone and Shaking”

when I heard.

Candace’s trial was harder to watch. She sat looking small and confused, as if she genuinely couldn’t understand why everyone was upset. Her lawyer argued she’d been brainwashed, a victim of generational abuse.

The jury didn’t buy it. Twenty-five years.

I didn’t attend the sentencing. I’d already said everything I needed in my victim impact continue reading …