John Phelps stood at the entrance to the chateau converted into a prison and listened to his sentence read by the bailiff.
“…for the crimes of your son against his family you are to be imprisoned for the rest of your life. May God have mercy on your soul.”
John’s voice cracked. “When will I be executed for I deserve death.”
“No execution,” said the bailiff. “You will be sustained as long as medically possible. Every day, you will be read the details of how your son, the man you raised, terrorized his wife and children. That’s what you deserve.”

