TWO HOURS PREVIOUSLY
TWO HOURS PREVIOUSLYAfter a long day at work, I’m looking forward to relaxing at home with my dad and Belinda. I don’t even care that he keeps his old British TV shows on all night because it’s paradise compared to when I was locked in a cell.
Though I had time outside and in the lounge since I wasn’t deemed a high-risk inmate, it wasn’t much, and I could never truly relax. Not until the day I left.
“How’s the gym remodel goin’?” Dad asks as I sit down with a beer.
“Really good. If it wasn’t for the delay in delivering the equipment, he’d be able to open earlier than expected.”
“I can’t wait to see what he does with it,” Belinda chimes in.
“It’s gonna be pretty awesome. Besides the boxing ring, we’re gonna build a juice bar and serve protein smoothies and healthy
