“This is your own fault.” You said through the line.

Raymond rolled his eyes, crossing her arms, the orange sleeves of his jumpsuit crinkling as he folded them.

After getting arrest for switching the ballots, he’s was lucky to have you still. Married to you. He was honestly upset. He still thought he should have won, you, however, did not. He was in for a year, which wasn’t that long, but it was only thst short thanks to you, both his lover and lawyer.

“Look, 9 more months. Nine more months, then I work my way back up the system-“

“Legally this time.”

“Yes, legally.”