After Getting Out of Pr*son, I Had Nowhere to Go, So an Elderly Woman Hired Me. She Asked, “Why Were You in Pr*son?” And Then…
My sister threw an envelope of cash at my feet and promised to send me back.
She didn’t know the man photographing us from the gray sedan was working for her husband—and that he’d just handed her to me.
PART 1
“If you mention my name again, I promise you’ll be going straight back to pr*son,” my sister warned as she threw an envelope of cash at my feet.
I’d been free for only nineteen days.
I still woke up with a jolt whenever I heard a door slam.
I still counted the exits in every room.
I still ate too fast.
And now Nicole stood in front of me, threatening me in the yard of a house that wasn’t even mine anymore.
