I sat at home and tried to fight off the black gloom that fell over me. I was losing the fight.

Christmas was supposed to be a time of cheer and goodwill, but I felt anything but. It was a good thing that I had already done my shopping for my mom and dad because it was almost more than I could handle to just get out of bed.

Now that I could talk again, I didn't want to; not unless it was Marilyn that I was talking to. The only faint light in the darkness was that the prosecutor ...