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The attorney consultation room at Denhurst Women's Correctional Facility is a dismal concrete block room painted gray. The battered wooden tables and chairs are as uncomfortable as they look, and the sound of the metal door locking behind me sent a chill up my spine. It made me wonder how much worse the prisoner’s cells were. The defendant in the child murder case sat across the table from me and her public defender, Allen Cross. Allen is a good lawyer. He cares about justice, but he’s burned out by the misery he sees every day and the unrepentant criminals he is expected to defend. Marlee Krebs is one of his clients. She is accused of poisoning her own baby. Despite being the only one who could have put antifreeze in her seven-month-old baby’s bottle, Marlee insisted she didn’t do it. “You have to help me,” Marlee pleaded. “I would never hurt my baby. I loved Lexi with my whole heart. All I ever wanted was to marry and have kids.” “If you didn’t do it, how did