I MARRIED A PRISONER FOR MONEY WHILE HE WAS SERVING A TWELVE p2
He remembered my brother’s birthday, asked if I had eaten, and filled his notes with little sketches.
At first, I only acted like I cared.
Then I truly did.
I spent nights reading his case files. Missing signatures. Dates that didn’t match. A witness who disappeared after testifying.
While everyone called Jonah a thief, I begged lawyers to reopen his case.
By then, I loved him.
Three years later, the truth finally came out. His cousin had stolen the charity money, forged Jonah’s name, and blamed him.
The day Jonah walked free, I thought he would embrace me.
Instead, he quietly said,
“Come home with me.”
