Florida State prison, August 2011
Dear Ava,
It’s the eve of my retrial, tomorrow I will know if I am to be re-sentenced to death row, or if I am to be a free man, and tomorrow I will see my mom and dad for the first time since I was a boy.
Needless to say there will be no sleep for me tonight. Suddenly sleep seems unimportant and a complete waste of time. There is far too much thinking to be done, far too many memories to re-play.
I know that this letter will never reach your eyes, but I feel the need to write it just the same. It seems right somehow to still tell you how I’m feeling, and to keep you informed of what’s happening here, even though I now know that by some cruel twist of fate you are no longer at the receiving end of my letters. For some reason you have been taken away fr
