feel it first. I want them to watch their perfect life unravel.
Outside, my friend Simone waits in her beat-up Corolla, eyes scanning the gate until she sees me. She rushes out, wraps me in a hug. Simone was the only one who stayed in touch—one of the few who believed I was innocent.
“You ready?” she asks.
“More than ever,” I say, sliding into the passenger continue reading …
