Six years in this prison have changed me—stronger, tattooed, and hardened by isolation. I ended up here because of my own carelessness, despite being one of their most-wanted fugitives.

Among the guards, there's one policewoman who stands out to me. Tall, sharp-eyed, firm, with a voice that commands attention and curves that distract it. She's captivating, though I don’t even know her name.

One afternoon, mid-workout, punching the cell wall to pass the time, I heard someone call my name. Turning around, I saw her—the woman who’s been occupying my thoughts.

“What do you want?” I asked, steadying my tone.