Christian
He lost his millions and rots in an Alaskan prison, but he still thinks what he did to me was right.
He lost his millions and rots in an Alaskan prison, but he still thinks what he did to me was right.
Somewhere in the Colorado penal system, there is a man named David with my name tattooed on his chest.
The only intimacy that I can share with my husband are stolen touches in the span of two hours once a week.
Twelve years later and I still think someone from the prison is calling to tell me he has died.