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

presentation.

“Mr. Marshall,” Hawkins began, “tell the jury about your marriage with Allison.”

Kevin’s voice was measured.

“We had our problems,” he said. “Money was tight. I made mistakes getting into debt. But I loved Allison. I would never intentionally hurt her.”

“Did you ever physically harm your wife?” Hawkins asked.

“Never,” Kevin said. “Not once continue reading …