The next morning, after our family cleaned out the hotel breakfast buffet, we arrived back at the Killington Pack for the continuation of the trial. The mood in the hall was different this morning; you could feel the simmering anger. Rapists were the lowest of the low, and finding out what happened to Monique had people on edge.

They wanted blood.

We had to disarm as we headed into the room, walking to the same front corner we'd taken over the day before. The Killington Pack supporters had become far less numerous, and no one sat near the Luna or Traci in the front row. No matter what the verdict...