A child's love that would never fade
Days before the trial, someone knocked softly on Clara's apartment door. When she opened it, Ethan was there with his nanny, waiting anxiously at the end of the hall.
He hugged Clara tightly.
Then he handed her a drawing: a simple picture of the two of them together, holding hands next to a bright yellow sun. At the bottom, in a child's messy handwriting, were the words:
“You didn’t do it. I know it.”
Those four words gave Clara the strength to fight.
With the help of a young law intern who offered her free assistance, she gathered what little evidence she could: letters of recommendation from neighbors, timelines of events, receipts; anything to prove that she was not the thief.
