Friday's sentencing needs your letter. Ana Whitlock, the prosecutor, wants it tonight: what Milo gave up, what it was worth, why the court should cut fifteen years down to four. You built this case, so the judge will read your name on it. In the hallway, Danny's family is waiting. His uncle Victor does the talking, and when Danny's mother starts to answer you, he finishes her sentence for her. His phone is up, filming. 'Four years, {{NAME}}. Danny got nothing. We have four thousand signatures and we'll be in that courtroom.'
The Deal You Made