Chapter 27

“She fell in love with some asshole who liked to beat her. Unfortunately, he was also the attorney general for the city we lived in at the time. One day he hit her one time too many times and finally she’d had enough… So, she grabbed a knife and put a stop to him.”

I listened to his story and heard the truth of it, which made it even sadder. Not to mention it was, unfortunately, one of the oldest, saddest, stories in the book.

“Except instead of it being labeled as self-defense like it should have been, his family owned the D.E.A and the judge. She got a manslaughter charge and ten years,” he said in disgust.

I struggled to stand up and go over to him, but he waved me back in the chair.

“It’s all right. At least she’s not in that godforsaken prison anymore,” he said unconvincingly.

“My husband turned yesterday morning,” I told him sadly.

“I’m sorry,” was his heartfelt reply.