The execution chamber was not only silent, but it was stifling, like the moment before a storm breaks.
Uncle Ray remained motionless, but the mask he had worn for years was finally cracking. The self-assured man who had once played the grieving brother now looked exhausted, his skin dull and his composure waning.
“The boy is confused,” Ray blurted out, his voice trembling. “He’s traumatized. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.”
But the warden didn’t even look at him.
