JUST▫ONE▫CRIME

It was July 28th, 1994. The year things had gone not like the way it should be. "Hands above your head! Hands above your head!" Sound of sirens filled the air at the cops' call. I wanted to flee, but had no place to go, knowing my end has come. Join us as we tell the sad little tale of Anna Wingston. ¶JUST ONE CRIME¶