I spent twenty-five years, half my life, in the Connecticut maximum security prison for a crime I did not commit.
During my incarceration, I became known as inmate number 247719. After serving my entire sentence, I left that rathole behind. One thing hadn't changed. My wife's killer was still out there, and I knew who did it. After finding that bastard and avenging her death my mission went sideways. His last words ripped through my head, and made me unsure if I had killed the right guy.