The Differences

I watched the faces of the jury as they looked at him and saw the same expression I'd seen a thousand times before; that mental distancing, that look of subtle acknowledgement that there is something wrong with that boy.

Because he doesn't interact the way they do.

Because he doesn't grieve the way they do.
Because he doesn't move, or speak, or sound the way they do.

I watched the faces of the jury and knew they had already decided his fate.