Michelle Lyons
Author
Language
English
Description
I can't remember his name or his crime. What I remember is the nothingness. No family members, no friends, no comfort. Maybe he didn't want them to come, maybe they didn't care, maybe he didn't have any in the first place. It was just a prison official and two reporters, including me, looking through the glass at this man strapped fast to the gurney, needles in both arms, staring hard at the ceiling.
When the warden stepped forward and asked if he...