Chapter 1: Final Hours
There are two hours left until the execution. I step into the cold, fluorescent-lit cell—the kind that hums with bad memories—my shoes echoing on concrete as I walk in to offer last-minute counseling to the death row inmate. The door slams shut behind me, heavy and final.
Brian looks up, steady-voiced but with something sharp beneath. "So, I’m getting the needle. Guess that’s it—just… nothing. But I’m not ready to just let it go. Is there any shot at changing how this ends?"
He leans back, a half-smile flickering across his face—more challenge than warmth. "How about I tell you a story, Dr. Carter?"
That smile chills me. Even with only two hours left, he still acts like he’s got a chance. No matter how many times I do this, I never get used to the hope in their eyes—the sense they might still win something back.