One word. One syllable. A million consequences. As the court room came to life with chattering, mumbling, and excitement, the Judge called for order. At that moment, I did not know if the gavel or my own heart was pounding harder. But as order was restored to as normal as could be expected, the DA then asked me, "Please identify the person that you witnessed shoot Mr. Babbage by pointing your finger at that individual". This should have been much...