"My mom was sentenced to die for killing my dad, and for six years, no one believed she was innocent. But minutes before the execution, my little brother hugged her and whispered: “Mom… I know who hid the knife under your bed.”
—“Don’t cry for me,” my mom said, her hands in cuffs and her voice weary. —“Just take care of Matthew.”
I was seventeen when she was found guilty.
My dad was found dead in the kitchen.
The knife was under my mom’s bed.
There was blood on her robe.
And everyone said the same thing:
—“It was her.”
My mom was sentenced to die for killing P2
