You’ll never forget the look on Tina’s face when she saw what you had done. She met you at the Houston jail, before the trial and the sentencing. One of Tina’s assistants handed her the folder—the crime scene photos. Her face went ashen, and her gaze liquified into a shocked sympathy. You have since become accustomed to this display. You saw it on the judge. You saw it on the jury. You saw it on the courtroom audience, when the prosecution blew up those photos on a projector, magnifying the details to ten times their size. You don’t like to look at the photos. They are not how you remember it.
