Chapter 17 - Shadows of the Past
Though my life was restored, the scars of those two years remained etched into my soul.
One rainy afternoon, I visited Bedford Hills Correctional Facility—not as an inmate, but as a benefactor, dropping off books and legal assistance packages for the women still trapped inside.
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The guards at the gate nodded respectfully as I walked past. They remembered me. They knew what I had survived, and what I had conquered.
I left a check for fifty thousand dollars with the warden, whispering a silent prayer for the women waiting for their own freedom.
