They hadn’t just framed me for the robbery. They’d hidden my dad’s body too.

Looking at that address, I realized Reagan had no mercy at all—not even after my dad died.

PART 3

I didn’t go running to Reagan’s house that night. Three years ago, I probably would have broken down her door and screamed at her. But that would play right into her hands, giving her a reason to call the cops and say I was still a dangerous criminal.

So I took a deep breath, tucked the USB drive into my sock, stuffed the most important folders into my bag, and slept right there on the floor of the storage unit.

The next morning, I went to a free legal clinic for ex-prisoners. That’s where I met Nora, a lawyer who didn’t smile much but really knew her stuff. When she started reading the files, her whole face changed.

After two hours, she took off her glasses and looked at me.