I was released into Larry's custody within the hour. Rubbing my wrists with pointed glares at the men who had chained me, I walked feeling the bittersweet victory by Larry's side.
Yes, I was free. So free I'd been relinquished of my name, expunged from the precinct's records, reborn. And still, I walked from a part of me, a man I loved so deeply that I'd killed for him. A man who didn't care about my name, my past or what got me here.
He loved me for what I'd become, how I'd built myself and how above everything else, I persevered.
I was a freight train screeching through life and Tom - he had seen me coming a mile away and opened his arms out for me. He'd let my whistle whine and reminded me that the tracks continued on. That we would continue on. Two pieces of granite in a world of sa
