Chapter 5

He wondered if anyone would ever feel that way about him. 2

Izzy jogged up the stairs of the office building where his parole agent, Mrs. Rossi, had her small office. The terms of his release couple of months ago were weekly meetings with Mrs. Rossi and keeping away from anyone that had anything to do with his past life.

Frankly, that wasn’t a problem in the least; Izzy wanted to see those people about as much as he wanted to jump out of a plane without a parachute.

At least Mrs. Rossi had told him that smoking weed sometimes was okay, but if she found anything else in his random drug tests, he’d go back in for the full sentence. At first, she’d been keen to forbid it completely as he didn’t have a medical marijuana license, but when he’d confessed that he used it for anxiety more than anything, she’d told him to stay inside the amounts he could have on his person by law and for fuck’s sake not to use anything else or swear to God. Her words, not his.