It was supposed to end there, but it didn’t. The amatipptalene I figured would help them sleep [music] so they wouldn’t wake up and feel nothing. And the potassium chloride was supposed to stop their heart, you know, no pain, no nothing. Just didn’t I don’t think he knew. I think that the amate and he just kind of, you know, blind mama.
Mama, after I let Justin get out of the bed in my bed, oh, I used a pillow and suffocated. >> The next day, November 5th, her mother, Carol, began to worry. She hadn’t heard from Christina and couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Around 400 p.m. she entered the apartment and froze. What she saw shattered her.
Her grandchildren were dead and Christina, barely alive, lay on the floor unconscious but still breathing. Carol immediately called 911 and paramedics arrived within minutes. Christina was fading fast, but they acted quickly, loaded her into the ambulance, and rushed her to Baptist Memorial Hospital. By 5:30, doctors had pumped her stomach and stabilized her.
She survived, but the damage was already done. Back at the apartment, detectives began to piece everything together. They found syringes, traces of morphine, potassium chloride, and an empty bottle of elev. And they also found the letters. [music] One by one, the puzzle started to make sense.
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They immediately contacted the hospital with a clear order. No visitors. Christina was not to see or speak to anyone, not even her own family. But her family didn’t stay idle. Shortly after midnight, they hired an attorney to protect her, and he wasted no time. He called the police directly and instructed them not to question Christina unless he was present.
But the police ignored him. The next morning, November 6th, detectives entered the hospital [music] room. They read her rights, turned on the recorder, and began asking questions. [music] And in less than 8 minutes, Christina confessed. She told them everything. How she’d tried to end all of their lives. How she saw Justin scream in pain.
How she pressed a pillow over his face to finish what she had started. How she moved the bodies onto her bed hoping they would all die together. She said she never warned anyone because [music] she didn’t think anyone could understand. By the end of that same day, Christina was booked into the Palaski County Jail and charged with two counts of capital murder.
And when she finally stood before the judge, she didn’t try to hide what she’d done. Yet, she still pleaded not guilty by reason of mental disease or defect. But the damage was done. Her confession was on tape in her own voice. The letters were in her handwriting and the apartment she left behind spoke for itself.