The parents, Mark and Carol Peterson, testified, weeping about their traumatized baby and the long road to recovery he faced. Then, the prosecution called several witnesses who claimed they saw me drop the baby. I don’t know if they were hired or where they came from, because I was certain there was nobody else around when it happened. I walked out of the courthouse in a daze, the reality of my situation finally crashing down on me. This was actually happening.
The day before the final trial, Mr. Ramsay called with a new plea deal. “Three years in prison. Take it. If we go to trial and lose, you’re looking at ten.”
“I saved that baby’s life,” I insisted, my voice shaking with a mixture of fear and defiance. “I’m not pleading guilty.”
That night, I broke down in my apartment, the weight of the injustice crushing me.
