Girlfriend, Childhood Friend, and a Broken Hand
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I didn't raise my voice, but my words were hammers, striking straight at their hearts.
They were left speechless. In the end, they were escorted out by security.
The day I was discharged, Caleb came to pick me up. He opened the car door for me.
The afternoon sun warmed my face. It also bathed my right hand, now free of the brace but scarred with an ugly, winding mark.
I raised my hand and looked at the scar. In my eyes, there was no pain but the calm and sharp edge of someone who had been tempered by hardship.
Meanwhile, inside the high walls of a dim prison cell, Katie, in her prison uniform, scribbled wildly on the walls.
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