Behind Prison Walls: A Second Chance at Love

Six years ago, I went to prison for Ethan's accidental assault.

Six years later, I stood at the prison gates and watched Ethan ride past in a wedding car.

And his bride was the very person who had landed me in jail all those years ago.

The officer escorting me out handed over my belongings and asked casually:

"You got out two years early for good behavior. Didn't you call your family to pick you up?"

I looked away and took the bag, my voice hoarse:

"My mom's health isn't good. She's in the hospital."

"What about your husband?" the officer added.