Priscilla Jane heard the prison gates close behind her as she slowly walked away. Seeing a bench at a bus stop, she sat down. It had been so long since she had the freedom to choose where she would go and what she would do that her mind was a blur. Finally, she reached in her coat pocket and took stock of what she had and what she could do with the handkerchief that Granmom had given to her, the few dollars from the warden, and a letter from her brother, Ramus. She read the words, "Baby sister, if you ever need help, you can count on me." Those words ran through her brain like manna from heaven. Hope crept into her.