I withdrew a worn envelope from my vest. I had unfolded and refolded it enough times to crease every edge. “This letter explained something the authorities never told me. Something I did not know until I read his words.”
The judge leaned forward. “What did the letter say?”
I unfolded it slowly. “It said Marcus was never meant to be driving that night. He was supposed to be home. But he received a call from his closest friend, who was drunk at a party and preparing to drive. Marcus went there to stop him. He ordered an Uber for his friend. Paid for it with money he had saved for a school trip. Watched him get into the car.”
I turned toward Marcus. He was staring at the floor, tears dripping silently.
“What Marcus did not know,” I continued, “was that someone at the party slipped a drug into his drink. He thought he was drinking soda. Toxicology confirmed it—he had rohypnol in his system. He was drugged without his knowledge.”
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