Finalmente, el caso contra Kenzie avanzó.
She faced serious criminal allegations arising from the impaired driving, collision, injuries, and leaving the scene.
My mother also had to answer questions about the statements she had given to officers.
I won’t pretend the legal process was fast.
It wasn’t.
There were interviews.
Documents.
Delays.
And days when I wished I could wake up and discover that none of it had happened.
I also won’t pretend that knowing my sister was responsible made me happy.
It didn’t.
I had never wanted to see Kenzie in trouble.
I’d wanted her to finish school.
Quería que se convirtiera en enfermera.
Quería que se convirtiera en el tipo de persona que ayudó a asustar a la gente durante los peores momentos de sus vidas.
But wishing for her future did not erase what she had done to someone else’s daughter.
And it certainly didn’t justify destroying mine.
