Tom was now a grandpa.

It was like the baby gave him something to want to live for, you know? There's this little boy, he always wanted a son, and I'm sure he had images of throwing a baseball around and a football with this grandson.

And Tom wanted his crib in the living room so he had full access to the baby, and could pick him up whenever he wanted and change his diapers.

It was the closest thing to justice the system could offer.

The anger we all felt towards Schneider for what we saw as him having done, the negligence that caused Tom's suffering, so much suffering.

We were so angry, and I'm still angry.

I mean, I have not gotten over it, and I know I should forgive, as a good Christian, but I can't.

I don't think I ever will.