Luke’s POV
I sat there in the court room with cuffs around my wrists. I’m not saying that I don’t deserve it. I do and hell does it make me feel like a criminal. But right now, it wasn’t my time on the stand, it was Wyatt’s. I look at him and I see a man that I don’t know. A man that I don’t recognize. This isn’t the man that I met in the Marines. It isn’t the man that fought next to me at war. This isn’t the man I let into my house and into my life with my wife and children, no, I didn’t know this man.
His lawyer was going for an insanity plea. If they were to plead insanity, he would be committed until treatment was 100% and he would go on parole. This was something that shouldn’t happen. It can’t. I sat there in silence, listening to the questioning. Listening to the lawyers spill th
