Sarah Koenig

Being an entrepreneurial sort, he ran a couple of side businesses, printing stuff and making copies for people.

At North Branch, he's a cook.

He told me the only jobs at North Branch are either kitchen jobs or custodial jobs.

He's got a group of friends he's close with, guys who came into the system the same time he did.

They have a little breakfast club, which he's in charge of.

Another guy does lunch.

Membership has its privileges.

Banana French toast, also hot cereal with peaches and raisins.

For lunch, cheese steaks.

The other 1,500 guys they cook for got the normal menu, boiled eggs and bologna.

Adnan lives in a cell by himself.

He's got TV.

And if he's getting in fights or seeing horrible things, he's not telling me about it.

All the stuff he tells me about is, at worst, PG-13.

He told me, I have a life.

It's not the life I planned or imagined, but I have a life.

Despite the Nisha call, despite the Leakin Park cell tower evidence, despite Jay knowing where Hay's car was, I confess to having reasonable doubt about whether Adnan killed Hay.

I'm not talking about the courtroom kind.

I'm talking about the normal person kind.

Obviously, a trial isn't built to hold the stories Adnan or anyone tells about his life.