Every Friday at 6 p.m. my daughter called me without fail, and the one week my phone stayed silent I drove to her house and heard a sound from upstairs that turned our quiet Tennessee life into something I still can’t fully talk about

doubt.

“With Chelsea’s testimony, we have someone who was there. She can describe exactly how Kevin planned it, what he said, what he did. It’s the difference between a strong case and a nearly airtight one.”

I sat at the kitchen table, phone pressed to my ear. Through the doorway, I could see Amelia in the living room coloring with Emma while Joyce continue reading …