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gas pedal harder, praying she wouldn’t be stopped. She finally arrived at the prison, jamming her car into park right in front of the entrance doors. Immediately, she was accosted by penitentiary officers as she ran from her car toward the entryway. She pounded them with her fists screaming, “No, no...it’s my brother! He’s going to kill himself! I have to stop him!” The guards hastily escorted her to a small room and closed the door behind them. She became hysterical, trying to get them to understand that time was of the essence. Calmly and forcefully, they subdued her enough to comprehend her words. They acted quickly, notifying other officers using the communication devices strapped to their uniforms, not yet connecting the name with the news they’d learned that same morning. Laura waited, pacing and shaking in the dreary gray room.
Minutes felt like hours until officers returned with the news. It was too late. There was nothing they could do when they found him. Laura wailed, “No! This isn’t right! This can’t be happening! He would’ve been freed! Look, I have the letter! I have the letter!” She reached in her purse for the handwritten confession from Lance Richards and began waving it in the air. Soon, the pastor for the prison arrived to console her as she repeatedly mumbled, “He would’ve been freed. He would’ve been freed. Oh God, have mercy on my dear brother.”
20 days in Isolation. 20 days alone with his own thoughts. Brian had known that this charade of a life would have to end on day 21. The extreme high and low of this last chapter of his life -- reuniting with his sister, foolishly starting to believe in an entity greater than everything, opening up his heart after all these years of keeping it tightly sealed,
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life