Delilah’s heart ached for him. She could see the pain etched on his face as he continued. “Throughout my sentence, all I could think about was how something like this could happen to me. The injustice of it all consumed me,” he added, wringing his hands.
“But every time I requested a retrial, my pleas were denied. Witnesses claimed they had seen me hit the man with my car, get out to check his pulse, and then drive away.”