Today made it one year of my being at Carlton University. With Peter in a psych ward, one would have thought the threats would have stopped, but they didn’t. His mother sought me out relentlessly and said they would plea bargain against the judgment. She had the audacity to tell me to take the stand again and say I was confused about my first testimony so that Peter would only spend five years in the psych ward and thereafter be released.
Every time she came to see me in the school, my answer was always the same; Peter got his punishment and had to live with it. When she found out she couldn’t sway my decision, she offered to pay me some money. It started with ten thousand dollars, and I know I shouldn’t have, but I egged her on, indirectly telling her the money was too small and she sho
