Raymond's Point of View
The news arrived that the child was not mine. A perfectly healthy child, Caspian's, growing inside of my Jasmine. I would not let this stand. I thought about it, pacing my cell daily for weeks as the trial continued. An idea formed in my mind, a way to correct this. I called my lawyer.
An hour later, he sat beside me, the prosecutor in front of me.
"We'd like to make a deal."
She raised an eyebrow. "What kind of deal?"
I looked at my lawyer, who spoke for me. "My client is willing to plead guilty. He understands this will result in execution. Our only request is that he be transferred to Janti Prison Complex, as it is closest to his wife's grave. He feels the need to make amends by being close to her on his final days."
The pro
