The next piece of evidence was a surveillance video from the hospital.
The footage recorded, in horrifying clarity, the thirty-minute beating they inflicted on my son before his death.
"Please, let me go... my mom is still waiting for me. She needs this medicine! I'm sorry! I won't feed you soup anymore. Just please, let me go!"
My son begged. "Mommy... save me..."
Lucas was beaten until his mouth filled with blood. Until he couldn't make another sound. Until he was gone forever.
I had braced myself for this moment. But hearing my son's cries again, it shattered something inside me all over again. My precious baby. Even in his final moments, he was thinking of me. And now, we are worlds apart.
Amelia denied everything, her voice shrill and desperate. "Your Honor, how do you know this
