"Not for him." I shook my head. "It was for myself."
'For freedom, for a new life,' I added silently.
Robin didn't say anything more, just handed me an apple, which was a rarity in prison.
I took it and took a bite. It was sweet.
It was the first sweet thing I'd tasted since being imprisoned.
My body gradually recovered.
My relationship with Robin also improved significantly. She no longer targeted me and even secretly protected me at times.
I knew that in this jungle, I had to have my own value.
I began using my professional knowledge to help my cellmates write appeals and analyze cases. I studied law in college. Though I'd never practiced as a lawyer, the fundamentals were still there.
My calmness and know-how won their respect. I'd finally found my place in prison.
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