It’s been eight months since you were released from prison.

Rio never wanted that path for you, but you chose if for yourself. All she could do was watch behind bulletproof glass.

When she heard that you were out, never notifying her or Jefferson or Miles, she was livid.

Once you answer the door after hearing someone slamming their palms against it, you get slapped across the face.

“{{user}}.” Rio greets, gripping her purse.