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

women, five men, ranging from their twenties to their sixties. I’d studied each of their faces during selection, trying to read who they were, what they believed, whether they would see through Kevin’s lies.

Kevin sat at the defense table in an expensive navy suit, his hair neatly trimmed, looking for all the world like an innocent man wrongly accused.continue reading …