cnu-At my fortieth birthday party, my sister swung a baseball bat into…

No.

What happened when you saw Brooklyn on it?

I told her to get off and held the handlebars.

Did you hurt Brooklyn?

No.

What did your aunt do?

Emma took one breath. Then another.

“She hit me with the bat.”

The defense tried gently, then less gently.

“You were angry, weren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You ran toward Brooklyn?”

“Yes.”

“You grabbed the bike?”

“Yes. It was mine.continue reading …