Their Favoritism Resulted In A Cruel Outcome Chapter 18
He kept remembering the scene before the wedding.
My grandmother was sitting in the drawing room, waiting to watch me come downstairs in my dress.
My mother brought him a bowl of soup and reminded him not to drink too much bourbon before the ceremony.
My sisters-in-law and the children were arranging ribbons in the yard.
At that moment, all he had needed to do was tell the truth.
All he had needed to say was that the arrests were a lie.
And every one of us would have lived.
But he had said nothing.
Because Blair had been hiding in the kitchen, crying.
She had said that if my grandmother and mother knew the truth, they would never go along with it.
So my father had promised her:
“Don’t tell them.”
“It’s only one night. Nothing will happen.”
Now he finally understood that those words had been easy to say, but when they fell on other people, they could take lives.
Connor was kept in isolation on the death row unit of the state prison.
He requested a cell that faced the direction of the old detention center. The request was denied. The building had already been demolished. Only the marks from my shattered hair clip remained in the evidence photos.
Every day, he sat in the same spot, looking through the smoke-stained album.
Daniel came to see him once after the sentencing.
It was the last time father and son ever spoke.