Their Favoritism Resulted In A Cruel Outcome Chapter 24
On the day of the executions, reporters and protesters crowded outside the prison.
By the time Blair was led from death row, she was so thin she was barely recognizable.
There were no soft mattresses in her cell. No one brought her hot coffee.
The guards watched her constantly, not allowing anyone to hurt her and not allowing her to kill herself, either.
She once smashed a dinner plate and slit her wrist with it. After that, the guards took away all ceramic dishes and gave her only plastic trays.
She cried that she couldn’t take it anymore.
One female correctional officer looked at her and said, “Those women only spent one night in that place.”
“You’ve had years here.”
Later, Blair began to curse everyone.
She cursed Connor for being heartless, my father and brothers for being hypocrites, and me for still ruining her life even after death.
She never truly admitted she had done anything wrong.
Even at the last visitation, she kept searching for my father and brothers, hoping they would ask for another stay, the way they once would have.
My father sat behind the glass in the adjoining room.
Over the years, his hair had turned completely white.
James brought Lauren’s shoe. Luke brought the baby bracelets he never got to give away. Henry wore the faded white ribbon around his wrist.
Each of them brought something left behind by the dead.
Not one thing belonged to Blair.
At last, she panicked.
“Dad.”
“I’m your real daughter.”
“You said that no matter what I did wrong, you’d forgive me.”
My father kept his eyes shut. He did not look at her.
Blair turned to my three brothers.