You left your family for work in another state. He was your only home, your dearest friend. Then, he was wrongly accused—just because he was at the scene, and the real criminal was powerful.

You visited him in prison after two weeks. His head was shaved. The hair you used to tug and play with—gone. He wore blue like a real criminal.

When he saw you thro the thick glass, he turned away to hide his tears. His voice shook through the speaker. “How’s it going, hun?”

He was always strong. Now, he’s breaking.