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Dominic Rossi leaned over to his client, whispered something sharp into her ear, and slowly rose to his feet.

""Your Honor,"" Rossi said, his voice entirely devoid of his usual courtroom swagger. ""After reviewing the State's supplemental digital evidence, my client wishes to withdraw her plea of not guilty and enter an open plea of guilty to Count One: Aggravated Driving Under the Influence Causing Great Bodily Harm, and Count Two: Leaving the Scene of an Accident Involving Personal Injury.""

Judge Ramirez adjusted her reading glasses, her eyes staring down at Kenzie like two laser beams.

""Ms. Mackenzie Dunleavy, please stand,"" the judge commanded.

Kenzie stood on shaking legs, clutching the defense table for support. ""Yes, Your Honor,"" she whimpered.

""Do you understand that by entering an open plea of guilty, you are waiving your right to a trial by jury?""

""Yes, Your Honor.""

""Do you understand that Count One carries a non-probationable sentence of four to twelve years in the Illinois Department of Corrections, to be served at eighty-five percent truth-in-sentencing?""

Kenzie let out a high-pitched sob. Beverly stood up in the gallery, her face twisted in agony. ""No! Evelyn, please! She’s just a child!""

""Bailiff, remove that woman from my courtroom immediately!"" Judge Ramirez slammed her gavel down with a deafening crack.

Two armed deputies seized Beverly by the elbows. She fought them, thrashing and screaming like an animal. ""Marisa! Tell them! You’re her sister! You’re supposed to protect her! You ruined her! You ruined us all!""

Nobody moved. Nobody helped her. The entire gallery watched in stone-cold silence as Beverly Dunleavy was dragged out into the marble corridor, her fingernails scraping against the oak double doors until the heavy latch clicked shut.

I didn't blink. I didn't turn around. I kept my eyes fixed on Kenzie.

""I accept your plea of guilty, Ms. Dunleavy,"" Judge Ramirez stated coldly. ""Remand the defendant into custody pending formal sentencing. Bail is revoked.""

The deputies moved in, clicking the handcuffs around Kenzie’s small wrists. She looked back at me one last time through her tears, silently mouthing the words, I'm sorry.

I looked back at her with calm, steady eyes. I didn't feel hatred anymore. Hatred required energy, and I had a baby boy waiting for me at home. I felt only a profound, hollow pity for a girl who had been raised to believe she could burn down the world without ever smelling the smoke.