Carruth may yet speak in his defense, but he doesn't have to. From Adams we can hear only the words she left behind, her voice on a 911 tape, the scribblings she made before she died. For now all we have are the faces. So you look again. Football players learn to never show pain, no matter how hard the hit.
Topless dancers know how to separate mind from body.
The faces give nothing away. All you can hope now is that the system works, that the lawyers argue with passion, that the witnesses testify so help them God, that the jurors will pick up all the facts that lie scattered. Sometime toward the bitter days of winter, Rae Carruth will stand and his fate will be revealed. You will think about the verdict, decide if it is right. You will go back over the details like a book of revelations.