I locked my wife in the pantry under the stairs

you unlock the door?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

I look at the jury.

“Because my mother was crying, and I had been trained to treat her tears like truth.”

Margaret’s smile fades.

That is the first time I feel something close to freedom.

Emily testifies behind a screen for part of it, because facing Margaret sends her into shaking fits. She tells the court about the continue reading …