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February 9, 2009
Why did I admit killing him? Perched on her bunk, Ann had her back up against the wall. The cinder blocks were cool, and she turned so the left side of her face was resting against them, hoping that the coolness might ease the throbbing in her head as she mulled what her chances would be at trial.
With the trial now only two weeks away, the path to a not-guilty verdict appeared to be shrinking all the time. If I had just kept my mouth shut, I’d at least have a chance. But the truth was, she knew why she confessed, even if she hadn’t been completely honest with Erin. I was afraid, she’d told Erin. I hoped that if I told them what they wanted to hear, they’d let me go.
No. The reality was much more complex – it was the shock of learning the truth and the sudden desire
