A few months later, Kyle got exactly what he deserved for first-degree murder: a death sentence.Locked away in his cell, he spent nearly every waking moment cursing my mother and me, saying we'd both ruined his life, and accusing my mother of failing his late mother's memory.Eventually, the other inmates got sick of listening to him run his mouth day and night, and they started finding excuses to jump him whenever they got a chance outside their cells. After a few beatings, he finally quieted down some, the loud, foul-mouthed cursing giving way to muttered insults under his breath.That day, the sun was shining bright. My mother, only just released from the hospital after her heart trouble, came to visit him, a tray of food in her hands.A pane of glass stood between them. She watched, cold, as he tore into the food in front of him like a starving animal."How's the reflecting going, these past few months?"Kyle wiped his mouth. "The only thing I regret is not killing you too,
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