Two months after the sentencing, I went to visit Anthony in prison.It would be the last time I ever saw him.I looked at Anthony through the thick bulletproof glass that separated us.In just a few months, he'd aged 10 years. The trendy hairstyle he'd once been so proud of, which he'd spent ages perfecting every morning, was gone. In its place was a regulation prison buzz cut, cropped close to his scalp.His prison uniform hung loosely on his thin frame. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes dull and lifeless, and he'd lost so much weight that he was almost unrecognizable.When he picked up the phone, his hands trembled so violently that he could barely hold the receiver."Clement..." Tears streamed down his face the moment he spoke. "The food here is awful. We have to work more than 10 hours a day. I'm exhausted. I'm so exhausted... Clement, you've forgiven me, haven't you? You came to get me out, didn't you?"I stared at him, my eyes as cold and still as stagnant water. "Anthony,
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