Today is the day of Adam’s execution. I stopped writing or visiting him over ten years ago, right around the time he went insane. Every visit became more explosive than the last, and I couldn’t do it anymore. He had lost all hope after his conviction, and a human without hope is a wild animal. I needed to move on, and I did. If Adam hasn’t, well, that choice will be made for him today.

I’ve come to say goodbye. I’ve come to give myself some closure, or at least I think I have. Adam may not have murdered Kelly Summers, but he is paying for his crimes.

I glance up at the large concrete and brick building in front of me, a maximum-security prison, but for Adam, it might as well be a coffin. The sun is shining bright today. There’s a clear blue sky, and I can hear the birds chirping. I walk up the steps to the building carefully in my white pencil skirt and white blazer. An angel of death descended upon this lowly place. My hair is a shimmery golden blond, long and down. I wear it down these days and let it be free. It’s how I try to live my life too, uninhibited and less rigid. I guess some things do change after all.

I enter the building and go through security. It takes nearly twenty minutes because this is a maximum-security facility, but I don’t mind, not in the least bit. I’m able to speak to Adam before he is executed, since I was the lawyer on his case, and I am still his wife. Yes, we’re still married. Adam refused to sign any divorce papers and I didn’t fight him on it. I figured giving him a shimmer of optimism was worth being married to him for longer than I cared for.

I plan to remarry tomorrow as I will be a widow by the end of the day. We’re having a wedding on the beach with close friends and family. It’s going to be beautiful. From now on, everything in my life is going to be beautiful.

After removing my jewelry, my purse, and cell phone, I’m escorted through the main lobby, down a small hallway and into a holding room. They will soon bring Adam in to speak with me. It’s a small concrete room with a table, two chairs, a clock on the wall, and a CCTV camera in the upper corner. There’s nothing else, not even a one-way mirror. I was told I would have ten minutes. Ten minutes is all I need. I tap my long red nails on the table, careful not to chip them as I just had them freshly done for the wedding.