My 6-year-old nephew dragged his broken leg across seven blocks with his starving little sister clinging to his shirt
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Chapter 5: The Courtroom
Reena’s trial drew attention.
The footage was played.
The room went still.
Even the defense attorney stopped taking notes at one point.
Drew didn’t have to testify—the videos said enough—but he asked to speak anyway.
Peter tried to stop him.
“You don’t have to do this.”
Drew shook his head.
“I want her to hear me.”
In court, his voice trembled—but he didn’t stop.
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“You said my dad would be ashamed,” he told her. “But I think he’d be ashamed of you.”
Reena didn’t smile that day.
