BENITA CELESTINE

Felix, Greg, Scott, Nikita, my lawyer, and I sat at a round table, each staring at each other with nothing in mind to do or say.

“So where do we go from here?” I blurted out, breaking the silence.

“We have lost the footing on this case; it would be hard to save you from being hanged,” my lawyer stated truthfully.

“Are you saying we are going to get hanged… to death?”

“Yes. You confessed to everything in court; there's no saving you.”

“From the ...