As I stepped forward to take the witness stand, I gripped a gold locket in my hand, trying to keep my nerves from unraveling with each step past the judge, jury, prosecution, and defense. Inside the locket was a photo of my baby girl when she was four months old. I was about to testify in the capital murder trial of my ex-boyfriend—the man who had sexually assaulted her and shaken her to death. I...




