When I finally got out, nobody was waiting for me. No hugs. No celebration. No gratitude. I still convinced myself maybe they just didn’t know how to face me after everything that had happened.
But the moment I walked through the door, I understood the truth.
My sister-in-law looked at me with disgust and said, “An ex-convict is not living in this house.”
Before I could even respond, she sprayed me with alcohol and said it was to remove my “prison energy.”
I spent two years in prison for my brother P2
