CHAPTER FIVE
Sheldon Weibel stepped out of the white school bus for the Wyoming Correctional Center and took his first breath of freedom in over six months.
Well, not actual freedom. In a few hours, he’d be shuttled back into the prison to continue the rest of his one-year-stint within its dank walls.
But now, he savored the taste of the air on his tongue—it was different from the air in the outside recess yard. With sixty other inmates crowded around him, the air of that place was always thick with body odor and blacktop and the garbage from whatever slop they’d tried to feed them that day.
No, this was what the world was supposed to be. The breeze was fresh and earthy, metallic and cold, smelling slightly of the fresh laundry Valerie used to bring in from the backyard line. And he co
