The trial lasted a total of eight hours, with four thirty-minute breaks in between. Evidence was presented, people cried, and Jennifer Frederick's family passionately argued against me, claiming the murder had been premeditated.
But in the end, the case was ours.
The judge found me not guilty by reason of insanity—rude, if you ask me—and ordered that I be committed to a mental institution for treatment. She didn't specify which one, but I assumed Theo had that part figured out.
What I still couldn't understand was how I won at all. These two families that were against me were powerful—really powerful. The Fredericks and Angelos had connections all over the state and more money than any man or machine could count. You'd think they would've bought off the judge or the state attorn
