Six Years in the Grave

Summary

It had been exactly six years since I died a miserable death in a cold prison cell, taking the fall for my older brother’s adopted sister.

Today, my brother Grant actually came looking for me again. He wanted me to confess to a crime committed by Roselyn’s younger brother, a kid they had sent away years ago.

He claimed the boy was too young and couldn't handle the harshness of being locked up.

Grant said it so casually. He told me I already had experience behind bars, so going back in wouldn't feel foreign to me.

But he waited and waited, and I never walked out of those prison gates.