The day my son was beaten to death
My son, Elijah Rogers, died, killed in a cramped bathroom stall, his head crushed. When my husband, Daniel Rogers, the school principal, arrived at the scene, he rushed to get the attacker, his old flame's son. Onto an ambulance and quickly left. Before my son died, he comforted me. "Mom, don't cry. Dad doesn't believe me, but I'm not sad at all. "As long as you believe me, Mom, that's enough... At my son's funeral, I called my husband, Daniel. He shouted at me furiously, "Jerome needed two stitches on his arm, all because your son scratched him! If you keep bothering me, I'll deal with him when I get back!" I thought, "My son?" I looked at my child's...
