"What are we going to do Jeffrey?" Kenneth whispered.
I could hear his heart breaking for our children. It was clear that he didn't want them to suffer for something they didn't really do, I mean who would? We both knew they were innocent, so how could such evidence be provided? The entire trial itself felt so unfair and unjust. How could anyone point their fingers at them?
"Daddy, are we really going to jail?" Sarah sobbed.
"We will do whatever that we can to prove you were innocent okay?" Kenneth said as he kissed the top of their heads.
I clenched my fists tightly.
"Everything is going to be okay, I promise." He reassured us.
"We promise that we didn't do it. We couldn't daddy. We were with you the entire time... We followed your orders to stay with Daddy Kenneth during the a
