Dallas, Texas
3 years later...
"Please state your name for the jury," the defense lawyer says, straightening out his navy blue designer tie that probably costs more than my car.
"Michael Haru Franklin," I speak into the microphone.
"And what is your relation to the defendant?"
"He's my older brother," I reply.
"Are you and your brother close?"
"We used to be, a long time ago," I shrug.
"That's too bad. Can I ask what happened?"
I look at my brother, but he won't even meet my eyes, that coward. "He became distant and...withdrawn...he moved away to California a few years ago and none of us heard from him for a while."
"Any particular reason he became withdrawn? Did...something happen?" he asks.
I keep my eyes on Sammy, hoping he'll look up; hoping he'll finally have the
