Lia shook her head. “Can you imagine what would happen to my mom if after all these years they decided your father didn’t do it? For thirty years, she’s believed her sister’s killer has been locked up. Now you want to change that?”
Anger shook me. “Do you hear yourself, Lia? Are you actually saying that an innocent man should stay in jail just to avoid upsetting your mom?”
“Of course not.” Lia lowered herself to the edge of the bed. “I’m just saying that there isn’t any evidence proving his innocence.”
“There isn’t any evidence proving his guilt either.”
“Well, there must be some. He was convicted after all.”
“They convicted him on your mother’s testimony and what they perceived as motive.” I pushed out an irritated breath and picked up another article. “Proving someone’s innocence can be nearly impossible because, like in my father’s case, there were no eyewitnesses watching him sleep. He was by himself in his friend’s trailer. Nobody else was there with him.
“And yes, his gas tank was on empty, but that doesn’t prove he drove all the way back to Mayford, killed my mom, and drove back to his friend’s trailer. And while my mother had an affair that probably angered my father, it still doesn’t mean he murdered her.”
Pushing out a slow breath, Lia shook her head. “I don’t know, Brandy. I just don’t know.”