All Roads Lead Home Eventually

Everyone probably thought the day I got out of prison was the happiest day of Yvonne Nash’s life. She was there early, waiting at the gate with roses in her hands, like we were some picture-perfect love story.

All the way home, she kept saying, "Hi, darling, I missed you." Over and over, like she actually meant it. But that night, she locked herself in the bathroom and made a call.

"Yvonne, you won’t touch him, right?" A man’s voice, low and cautious.

"Relax," she said. "I don’t have feelings for him anymore. He went in for me. Once I repay the favor, I’ll break up with him."