PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

June Calloway, and Lily Mae Calloway.”

At the sound of her name, Lily made a small squeak.

The courtroom paused.

Even Judge Pike’s face softened.

Savannah touched the blanket.

“I know, baby,” she whispered.

For the first time that morning, she felt less like a defendant and more like a mother.

Margaret placed another envelope on the table.

“Third, Your Honor,continue reading …