After my stepfather injured my twin sister and me, he brought us to the hospital. My mother calmly told the doctor, “They just fell down the stairs.” My stepfather smiled, thinking he had won. But as the nurse checked my vitals, I slipped a handwritten note into her pocket, and…

systematically proved that Arthur had bribed a disgraced, stripped-licensed psychiatrist thousands of dollars to author the incompetency reports without ever actually evaluating us. They brought the mechanic to the stand, a man who had suffered a crisis of conscience and contacted the authorities the moment he saw our names in the initial police press continue reading …