It Looms

In 8 hrs Chris will be going to court. His fate will be decided.
 
And I can’t do anything but sit here with my head in my hands, listening to music. That’s what I’ve been doing all day. I can’t sleep well. I can barely eat. All I can do is think…and think….and then think some more.
 
Will I see him today? Will he get to come home?
 
I get a lump in my throat when I think about it. All I can do is stare at the picture my mom took of us this weekend.
 
We’ve seen each other every single day since we met, or at least talked. The not knowing what he’s doing is just as bad. I hope this terrible shit ends soon.
 
God I hope I see him today.
 
I’ve never prayed so hard for anything in my whole life.