đź’” "He was just a kid. He didn't understand the weight of the room."
A 15-year-old sat in the interrogation room, treating it like a game—smiling, laughing, and insisting he was innocent. He had committed a brutal murder, but he believed his age would protect him. Then the detective explained what life without parole meant. The laughter stopped. He slumped in his chair and whispered, "I'm never going home, am I?" The judge sentenced him to 30 years to life.