Cindy Stewart

I saw, over the course of years, her become just a shell of a person.

She was so broken at the end, and it was because of him.

I saw my sister who had bruises on her forearms, on her upper arms, and on her neck.

Handprints. fingers on the inside of her thighs. I stood shocked and I asked her if she had been raped and she said yes.

I was really proud of her for being honest. I knew how hard that was for her to say about my father. It had only been a few months after his death.

There's nobody like her. I wanted my sister back.

She's devastated.

I lost my sister that day.

She was a stay-at-home mom. She's not a tough girl. She baked cookies every day. She was going to be thrown into prison. I didn't know if she would survive.

I felt sick. I had no idea that law was more of a theatrical presentation than it was about justice.

Susan began to complain about his marijuana use, which escalated into complaints about cocaine use.

He had thrown Susan through a wall and we witnessed this hole in the sheetrock that was the size of her back.