the scariest thing that you will ever go through. my whole world crumbled. cara was the kind of teacher students just love. she was a rock star at her school. with the same man for 20 years, enjoying life together by the beach. the balcony was like our second living room, you can hear the waves on the shore. but she was all alone that night when, according to her, an intruder burst into her bedroom. i was scared to death. i didn t have any other choice. you shot him? i shot him. she said the man attacked her. he told me he was going to kill me. she d been assaulted. she defended herself. so why did others call it murder? my very first words were, she set him up. cara s account kept changing. it hit me just how different all of these stories were and how unbelievable they were. lies. it s all lies. what really made cara pull that trigger? the rug was pulled out from underneath her. she was shocked. and she was angry? yes. a jury would
and she was angry? yes. a jury would have to decide. i did what i did because i had to, not because i wanted to. it was night when it happened. indian rocks beach, gulf coast of florida. two blocks from the water. 10:05 p.m. quiet at that hour, save for the odd passing car and snatches of neighborhood chatter, carried on a cooling ocean breeze. there was a moon, almost full. cara ryan was in bed. all alone, in a small darkened room. and then, fear, searing as a heart attack. the dogs. they were growling. that s one of the things that made me feel so scared. someone was coming into her house. the door crashed open. you said the lights were off. they were. was it so dark you couldn t actually make out who this person was? it happened so fast, and i was so afraid.
she said the man attacked her. he told me he was going to kill me. she d been assaulted. she defended herself. so why did others call it murder? my very first words were, she set him up. cara s account kept changing. it hit me just how different all of these stories were and how unbelievable they were. lies. it s all lies. what really made cara pull that trigger? the rug was pulled out from underneath her. she was shocked. and she was angry? yes. a jury would have to decide. i did what i did because i had to, not because i wanted to. it was night when it it was night when it happened. indian rocks beach, gulf coast of florida. two blocks from the water. 10:05 p.m. quiet at that hour, save for the odd passing car and snatches of neighborhood chatter, carried on a cooling
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neighborhood chatter carried on a cooling ocean breeze. there was a moon, almost full. cara ryan was in bed all alone in a small, darkened room. and then fear searing as a heart attack. the dogs. they were growling. that s one of the things that made me feel so scared. someone was coming into her house. the door crashed open. you said the lights were off. they were. was it so dark you couldn t actually make out who this person was? it happened so fast, and i was so afraid. she reached to the bedside table, opened the drawer, took out the gun, the one her ex-husband had given her, trained her to use. aim for the mask, he d always told her. aim for the chest. she heard the approaching footsteps from the front door to the bedroom. how many steps? like 20. and then the shape in the bedroom doorway.