The Inmate

by Freida McFadden

As the years went by, I started to doubt myself. I never saw his face, so it could’ve been anyone that night. Except it wasn’t anyone. I knew who it was that night. And I know who it was now. It was Shane.

Bro im tired ...MAKE UP YOUR MIND

thought it might come in handy someday.” My face burns. I should have known. I always believed Tim Reese was a good man. I should’ve trusted my gut.

Oh please