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My dad slapped me on his birthday. “what kind of w…

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2:47 p.m. The jury watched me, 11 years old, purple T-shirt, follow Beverly to Patricia’s car. The courtroom was silent.

April 9th, day three. The state calls Megan Rose Caldwell. I walked to the witness stand, past the defense table. Gerald and Patricia stared. I didn’t look at them. Sworn in, hand on Bible. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole continue reading …

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