“No further questions your honour.”
Everyone on the jury knew Peter was guilty. They’d known as soon as they saw him before anyone had said anything. Their deliberation would be over in record time. An instant unanimous decision, I mean, despite the lack of evidence he’d admitted he’d done it.
And so he was found guilty.
A sentence passed that meant he would never, school sports day or not, find himself in a field again.
Unlike his older brother, Doyle who never visited, continued to work as a PE teacher and never once said thank you for taking the rap.