Set Free: Second Chance Series

The guard slapped a piece of paper on the cold metal counter and shoved a pen into my hand. “Ahem.” He cleared the phlegm from his throat while he poked at the paper.

Tucking the wild strands of hair behind my ears, I eyed it with suspicion.

“Sign here.” His abrupt demeanor was expected. I was a number, another woman without value.

“What’s this?” Squinting to read the fine print, it stated I was signing for my worldly goods. Goods that had not been returned to me. Without a signature, would they keep my stuff? If I refused, would they incarcerate me again?

Frustrated that I had so easily reverted to the scared girl, I shook my uncertainty off. What could they do to me that hadn’t been done?

I had learned some valuable lessons in prison. Trust a few, fear the rest. Nope, there was no room in my life for the frightened, unsure Mickey of my past. I pushed the paper away in defiance. Firming my stance, I prepped for a confrontation.