My mom was sentenced to d!e for ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ my dad, and for six years, no one believed she was innocent. 5 minutes before the execution, my little brother hugged her and whispered something that shattered everything.

To everyone else, it was simple.

“She did it.”

I didn’t say those words out loud. But I let them live inside me.

That was my guilt.

For six years, my mom—Caroline Hayes—wrote to me from prison.

“I didn’t do it, sweetheart.”