~Sienna~

THREE DAYS LATER

The drive back from the courthouse is quiet. The hum of the tires against the road is the only sound in the car. I look out the window, watching the city of Chicago pass by, and even with Julian locked up, I still can’t find the peace I crave.

The sentencing was intense. Julian looked like a shadow of the man I used to know. He seems to have aged within the short time of his stay in the prison. The doctors and the judge agreed that he is mentally unstable. He ...