Would death
be excruciatingly painful?
Terrifying
thoughts plagued him ever since the conviction.
It didn’t matter that he hadn’t killed her, couldn’t kill her.
No one believed him.
Failed appeals, endless testimonies, and the
meager evidence: in the end, no one had been convinced. As far as the world was concerned, he had brutally
murdered her. The mighty hand of justice had
failed him.
Fast forward to his last request:
watching the sunset while sipping a final
glass of wine, resigned, eager for the peace and freedom only death could provide.
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