John Bunn stood at the center of a packed courtroom, every eye fixated on him, the tension thick, an unspoken understanding rippling through the rows of people packed shoulder-to-shoulder in the Brooklyn Supreme Court.
His breath caught in his throat as he took a small step forward, his worn shoes echoing on the polished marble floor. Tears welled up in his eyes as he turned toward the prosecutor’s table, his gaze sharp and unflinching despite the tremor in his voice.
“I want y’all to know that y’all had the wrong man in prison.” Gasps rippled through the courtroom, and the silence shattered. Reporters’ pens scribbled frantically, and camera shutters clicked, capturing the….Read Full Story Here………………..
