Preparation


Neither of us knew exactly which building the Crown Court was, how best to get to it or where we could park particuarly as we didn't know how long we were going to be there or what was going to happen. Saturday morning we went into town and drove passed the front of the court. My stomach turned as I saw it for the first time towering into the skyline, I dread to think what was going through Harry's mind. As he pulled up outside to let other traffic pass, I couldn't think of anything helpful to say, so I just put my hand on top of his and squeezed it reassuringly.

My eyes are filling up again now as I remember fighting back the tears that day, I knew there was nothing I could do to stop this happening but all I could think was what a kind, gentle man he was and how he so didn't deserve this. The rest of the weekend was walking on egg shells and counting the stars until the alarm clock blared out on Monday morning.


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