One Mark on My Shirt Changed Everything—When My Mother Finally Saw the Footage, She Lost Control

each other while people flowed around us—lawyers and defendants and families and all the machinery of justice—and somewhere above us the sun was shining through clouds. Somewhere far away, Raina Vestri was being processed into the state prison system, beginning a sentence that would keep her away from us for years.

And we were here, together, still continue reading …