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

was silent.

Hawkins stood next. Where Carol had been passionate, he was smooth and approachable—the kind of lawyer who made you want to trust him.

“Kevin Marshall is not perfect,” Hawkins began. “He made mistakes. He got into debt. He made poor financial decisions. But he is not the cold‑hearted killer the prosecution wants you to believe he is.

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