What if your dad had been doing time for murder for as long as you’d known him?

She was a leader like her father, Amanda’s relatives told her. She’d inherited his forceful personality and his stubborn streak. She took gymnastics classes and sang in the school chorus — a natural performer, just like her father.

She took pride in the comments, but they wore on her, comparisons to a man she had never really met. As her 13th birthday approached, she resolved to see her father again. She told her mother, making it clear she didn’t believe the stories about him serving overseas.

Conceded Minerva: “Your father is in prison for a crime he didn’t commit.”

“Why is he there if he didn’t do it?”