24

After Trevis was incarcerated, my life felt devoid of hope, and I skipped classes for several days.

Each day was spent in a daze, staring at the ceiling while reminiscing about Trevis still being at home.

One day, I received a phone call from Trevis's employer.

He informed me that Trevis had left some belongings at work and asked me to collect them.

Upon entering the restaurant, the boss handed me a few thousand dollars, explaining that it was Trevis's salary for his final month of work. I knew that

Trevis hadn't worked the entire month, but his boss insisted on paying him in full.

Watching the faint sense of saddness in his eyes, I felt a pang in my heart. Trevis had worked so hard to get his life back on track, but now, it had all fallen apart.

While gathering Trevis's belongings from his locker, I noticed a letter there. Initially, I had no intention of opening it, but the boss mentioned that it was a letter Trevis had written in prison, intended to be handed to me. With