She Wore a Hat in Prison

The charge is Mayhem. Locals in the small village of Cedartown cry out for harsh judgment by finding her guilty of the horrific act and making her pay for her sins. How could a woman so egregiously harm her husband, especially one so admired as Narcisco Boronza?



Zerelda Boronza is caught in the middle, between defending and saving herself.



When she awoke one humid morning in the fall of 1907, splayed on the hardwood floor, she was covered in blood not knowing if it was someone else’s or her own. Eyes gritty and hard-to-focus, palms sticky on the floor, and a blood-soaked spread covering an empty bed—her memory offered no clue of how this all came about.



And now, as she sits next to her attorney, the judge pounding his gavel for silence, her mind swirls with confusion. What happens during the week-long trial and after is unthinkable.