My Death Was Your Sentence

Summary

The day I was released early for good behavior, my three older sisters showed up at the state penitentiary gates holding a heavy leather dog collar.

Virginia, the eldest, held it out to me. Her voice was flat, devoid of warmth.

"Put it on. Keep it on from here to the front door of the estate."

She didn't blink. "Consider it your final test. Pass it, and you're officially a Bradford."

Mona, the middle sister, reached out and patted my shoulder, letting out a faint sigh. "Seven years... you've had it rough." She paused, her nose wrinkling slightly. "Though that prison stench on you...