By three o'clock, the undecided juror has made up his mind. One of the opponents waivers. The other expresses a struggle with religious convictions. There is no formal vote, they never raise their hands to signal death or life in prison. Instead, after each juror has a chance to sum up his or her feelings, the decision is clear.
Some jurors walk into the next room in search of solitude.
Others pair off to comfort each other. Many of the jurors shed tears. To this day I will always believe this is a tragedy. For the Kankas. For Jesse Timmendequas.