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

didn’t have enough to challenge it. Now I hand her a USB drive and watch her eyebrows rise as she clicks through the folders.

“I’ll need to verify some of this,” she says. “But if even half of it checks out…”

“It’ll check out,” I say. “And there’s more coming.”

That night, I sleep on Simone’s couch. My dreams are tangled and hot, memories mixing with continue reading …