Years from now, those twelve jurors will sentence the man who is this child to die. He will be sent to live in a small tile cell on a block where five times he will hear guards come to the grate of another man, pull that man from his cell and lead him off down a corridor and into a chamber from which he’ll never return. The man who is this child will wait in his cell and listen to the condemned man’s footsteps fade down the corridor. The man who is this child will wait to know when it will be his turn.
