The worst thing I could have done was send him to prison. It didn’t matter that he was the perpetrator of the crime or that I hoped he had died. Maybe I imagined I’d have enough time to get away before he got out, or that he’d cool off in jail and become someone other than the monstrosity he was. However, I was mistaken. Three years have passed far too quickly, and he is far from tranquil. He only had time to plot while in prison.