Freedom Met with Betrayal

Four years ago, in order to protect my wife, I badly injured three people and killed five in self-defense. The court said I used “excessive defense,” so I was sent to prison.

After I got out, everything at home looked normal on the surface, but something always felt wrong.

Until one day, while I was helping my son with his homework, he suddenly said, “Why didn’t you die in prison? Now that you’re back, Arden doesn’t come play Delta Force with me anymore.”

The man he mentioned was my childhood friend. He was my best buddy for almost thirty years.