Charles was in prison for a year and three months. The thought of my husband getting the guillotine never left my mind. I was on constant fear but knew there was nothing I could do. After everything that happened with my father, I was more than dedicated to Charles. I wouldn't forget Charles like I had once forgotten my father. Charles was my responsibility and I was committed to him. Also, I couldn't let the same thing happen to my daughter that happen to me. I assured her that her father was there and would be home soon. I wanted to make things as normal as they could be. The only thing that helped was praying for Charles every night. It was hard, and some nights I would break down. After saying goodnight to my father I would often cry myself to sleep. My father was the only person I could depend on, and he promised me that he would save Charles. He told me about a window in the prison that Charles can look out of and maybe see me. It would not be safe, but I told myself that I had to go every day. From then on, I waited there for two hours and never missed a single day.