Jozef accepted the bag that was handed to him from across the desk. He glanced inside. It contained clothes, a phone, his watch and wallet. He pulled Shaun's gold chain from the bag, holding the heart in the palm of his hand before closing his fist and turning away. He changed in the dingy prison guest washroom, then emerged to join the officer who would walk him off the premises.
He signed the release log and stepped through the doors into the open air. His first breath after spending a year in prison was sweet. Freedom. It didn't matter that the prisoners got to spend an hour in the yard, working out and socializing. Prison air was more restrictive than the air breathed by a free man.
Jozef didn't know if he could call himself truly free. He was being released because palms had been
