HE SENT ME TO PRISON FOR A CRIME I DIDN’T COMMIT

My release date loomed. One dangerous thought solidified: The day I walk out will not be the day I start over. It will be the day everything they built begins to collapse. My hand tightened around the encrypted flash drive, hidden in my legal texts.

I step through the prison gates, cold air hitting my face like a slap, but I barely feel it. My fingers continue reading …