Any hopes I’d have of a reduced sentence had been crushed like a nut in a nutcracker a long time ago. Lionel Acrux had ensured I paid for my crimes with my youth. Since then, I’d tried to live vicariously through my brother’s stories. In here, it was all about survival. And I’d been caged so long, I’d almost forgotten what it was like to live without watching your back at every second.
