My husband became a defense lawyer for the person who killed my father

Summary

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My dad was on the subway, heading home from his part-time teaching gig, when some woman accused him of taking upskirt photos. Just like that, his life went to hell.

They were shoving each other, arguing loud enough for half the car to stare. Next thing I knew, my old man had fallen. He hit his head hard. They rushed him to the hospital, but it was too late.

I was a mess, devastated. My husband, Mark, was nowhere to be found. He’d bailed right when I needed him most.

Later, I sued the woman