TORN BETWEEN THE THREE
Even my intense anger cannot save me so I might as well just listen to what he has to say.
“Let's hear it, I guess,” I said.
He sighed as if he had been holding his breath in, a smile crept on his face.
Oh God, I already know that this is not going to work! He is not even taking this seriously, he is smiling! We are about to go up in the gallows, about to have our lives snatched right away from us, about to be made to struggle to breathe until we finally give up and go cold and stiff. We are literally about to die, about to be killed by old ass traditionalists who still believe in hanging people for out dated crimes like treason and he is smiling?