Evaristo Salas Jr.

So this is the words of my fiancée right here.

More than four years ago, I saw the documentary of Evaristo Salas' case, and I recognized my son in many ways of the photos that I've seen.

The scenario of the wrongful conviction, it really tugged at my soul.

And the question came up, what if this was my son serving a life sentence for something he had nothing to do with?

In that time that I got to know Evaristo, this question started to play an increasingly important role in my life.

The conclusion of this is that there must be some reason

for such a severe sentence.

After that, I had that pressing question.

Who is responsible for this wrongful conviction?

I've laid awake for hours, days, months, and years thinking about this question.

Is the officer, Sergeant Rivard, is he responsible for this?

Was the jury misled during the trial?

Was perhaps this judge, who would have given evidence of the death penalty if he could have,

perhaps Evaristo's mother who didn't raise him the right way?

Or is it perhaps because Evaristo grew up with a working single father who could barely make ends meet or be there for his family as much as he really wanted to?

Or was the case purely coincidental and Evaristo was just unlucky?

The answer to these questions of who is responsible for my soulmate's years in prison will remain one of the greatest mysteries of my life because I don't know who to point at

I'll have to make peace with that someday.

I don't want to dwell on the past, and neither does Evaristo.

I live every day between hope and fear.