In 1939 an eighteen year old girl left her godparents' home in a small town in western Pennsylvania. At some point along the three mile walk to her home she somehow ended up in a stranger's car. She was soon found severely injured lying under another car along a country road several miles from her intended destination. Less than twelve hours later she died in the local hospital. Although the perpetrator was captured a little over a week later, the only evidence used to convict him was his own confession of what transpired that day. How much of his version of events was true and how much was fabricated to put himself in the most favorable light? The facts of the case point to there being more to the story than what the perpetrator was willing to confess. The trial and aftermath point to a complete miscarriage of justice. The whole truth will never be known. This is Mary's story as it began in Italy and eventually ended on a beautiful fall day many years ago.