Chapter 8 - THE COURTROOM RECKONING

The courtroom was freezing, but I felt nothing but warmth. I sat tall behind the plaintiff's table. When Morales played the enhanced gas station video showing Diego staggering out of the driver's side, and Lucia wiping the steering wheel with her sweater, the silence in the gallery was deafening. My parents sat in the back row, their faces buried in their hands. They looked at me for mercy. I looked right through them.