Almost in a trance, as the weight of the words just read by the judge were still pulling on her heart strings, Lydia looked around her. The place was completely empty now. She looked back at the bailiff with a cold, blank stare of understanding. He gallantly reached out his hand to help her to her feet, which she politely accepted. A streak of lightning appearing right there inside the courtroom would do little to lift the fog she was currently under.
Although general grooming had been offered to Todd since being detained, he chose to let his hair and beard have their way. Due to the severity of the crime, he was considered to be a risk to society. The time had certainly been hard on him and it showed by the heavy creases beginning to appear on his face and brow. Being led back to his holding cell, he lay down on the squeaky metal cot and rested the back of his head on the spongy pillow.
“Good luck tomorrow sir,” William, the guard, who had become quite friendly with Todd, said. “May God bless you now and in the future.”
William was a very religious man, who believed that mankind, as a whole, should be forgiven for any wrongdoing. In Todd’s eyes, he saw something that he knew was remorse. “The sinner who begs forgiveness shall be forgiven,” he often mumbled to himself as he lived through various parts of his day.
To be continued…