I’m not sorry that he’s gone. I think it’s important to get that out of the way. If I were to tell you all that he put me through … oh, well. The jury didn’t want to hear the details, and I assume you don’t, either.
That’s fine with me.
But I don’t want you to think I’m terribly heartless. You can think of these pages as my confessions of sorts. I don’t know. Maybe you’ll burn them after you read them. That’s fine with me.
As long as you read them first.
That’s all I ask.
The jury didn’t get to hear the entire story. I realize nothing I’ll say here can change what already happened, but it’s important for me to tell you that I’m sorry.
I’m not sorry he’s dead, mind you, but that certainly doesn’t prove that I’m the one who killed him. Did I think about it? Yes. Fantasize about it? Sur
