I Came Back for Everything
The day I got out of prison, my girlfriend—who I hadn't seen in five years—pulled up in a Maserati to pick me up.
In the passenger seat sat a guy in his early twenties, athletic build. His face looked a little too much like mine did when I was younger.
Selene told me not to make a scene. Not to want things that were never mine.
She said with her status now, she could have as many pretty boys as she wanted. Right now, she only had one. Apparently, he was my replacement. So I shouldn't be so narrow-minded. After all, a guy like me—fresh out of prison with a record—wasn't even in her league anymore.
I stared at Selene, a little dazed.
She wasn't wrong.
But she seemed to have forgotten why I went to prison in the first place.