Chapter 27: ReleaseCHAPTER 27
RELEASE
Wilmington—3 Years Ago
August twenty-first was a beautiful day, unseasonably cool, clear skies—and it was the day I was getting out. I packed my things—a lighter I didn’t use anymore, pictures of Angela and Rosa Sannullo, and a letter from each of them.
It took an hour to process my papers, ridiculous paperwork that should have taken ten minutes, but I had learned patience in prison, if nothing else. When the outside gates finally opened and I stepped outside, I almost didn’t believe it.
I stopped, stared. Breathed deeply. Somehow this air was cleaner.
A horn beep alerted me, and I jumped, turning toward the sound. An older model station wagon sat across the street. When the door opened, out stepped the most beautiful sight I had seen in years—Si
