(Washington Post)
Jessica Contrera January 25, 2019
BROWARD COUNTY, Fla. - He kept his head down as he walked into the judicial complex, knowing his presence would attract stares. He emptied his pockets at security and hustled onto the elevator. He tugged at his tie, the one he’d borrowed because he forgot his suit. He hated suits. He hated all of this. But for his brother, he had come back again and again.
Out the elevator, down the hall, past the news reporters and up to the doors guarded by sheriff’s deputies. They stepped aside and he stepped into the courtroom.
There in a red jumpsuit was his brother, Nikolas Cruz, who had confessed to carrying out a massacre at his former high school.
Fourteen students and three staff members were killed that Valentine’s Day at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High in Parkland. Seventeen others were injured, left with lasting scars, physical and mental. Hundreds more had their lives upended: parents suddenly without children, students rallying for gun control by day and dealing with panic attacks at night, first responders denounced for the choices they made amid the chaos.
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