When Memory Fades But Justice Remains
Language: en
On the seventh day after my daughter's tragic death in a car accident, the killer was sitting in my husband's passenger seat. My husband, a top-tier lawyer, was mounting her defense. I scrambled for evidence outside the courtroom while he protected her inside. Until I fell gravely ill and remained in a coma for half a year. When I woke up, I stopped pursuing the truth. I stopped asking questions hysterically. Because I had started to forget my daughter's voice. The sound of her calling "Mommy" had become blurred in my memory. Even her face was beginning to fade. And Ethan was still…