The next morning, we all drove to the police station together. Three cars full of family, united in grief and the need for justice .

Detective Rodriguez met us in the lobby. "Ms. Moretti, are you ready for this?"

I looked around at all the faces supporting me. Dominic, my father, both grandfathers, Marcus, Uncle Antonio. Even Bola had come, after arranging childcare for the twins.

"I'm ready."

The lineup room was small and dark. Through the one-way glass, I could see five men standing ...