Determined to be with them, Daniel made a dangerous choice: he would escape. He orchestrated his breakout during a violent prison riot, slipping into the night amidst the chaos. It was a reckless and bloody gamble, but he succeeded, carrying only a small bag, his conviction, and their letters—his lifeline to hope.

Using pieces of their life they'd shared in frequent letters, Daniel tracked their location to a quiet neighborhood just hours from the prison. Exhausted, injured from the riot, and running on adrenaline, he finally found what he believed to be the correct house.

Standing outside the small house, Daniel’s heart pounded in his chest. He peered through the window, his breath catching as he saw someone standing in the kitchen. Was it them? Was this the person who had saved him from despair?

His mind raced with conflicting emotions. Would this innocent person accept him, see the man behind the scars and the crimes? Or would they recoil, terrified of what he had done to get here? There was no going back now. They are his reason for being, the sole light in his fractured world.

He had to make them understand.