I stare at him through the glass window as a worker finishes preparing him for what I know will be his last day on Earth.
My mother rests a hand on my shoulder, lending me just enough strength to keep my seething rage from bursting out.
Honestly, at this point I can't even tell if the memories of my beautiful wife and her glowing happiness are serving to bolster my anger and hatred,
or if she would want me to offer some sort of pity for the wretched thing. She had the kindest heart I ever knew.
But I don't. No, I won't forgive, I won't forget. How that crazed beast, blabbering incoherently and screaming, was the one who took her from me. My love, my life.
She was my everything, and the day he showed up was her last.
Part of me feels like I died that day, too.
I struggle to maintain composure as I notice his eyes meeting mine. Despite my reddened face streaked with tears, his expression doesn't change at all.
The moment his life ends can't possibly come soon enough for me.
It's at that moment one of the workers approaches me. "Mr. Jones, we're almost ready."
I nod, pausing to swallow my brimming emotions.
"I... I know this is a trying time for you, Mr. Jones, but before we finish things up, there's one last detail we need from you."
I take a deep breath. There's nothing they could ask me that will change my decision, change how I feel about that murderer.
I know I'll do anything necessary to send him to the other side as quickly as possible.
"Well, sir... have you thought of a name yet?"