Mother, We Have No Future
Language: en
It was the fifth year of my sentence. My mother came to visit me for the first time. She was a legendary defense attorney, a name known across the country. She was also the key witness who had personally put me behind bars. We picked up the phones, separated by a thick pane of shatterproof glass. Her eyes were red-rimmed as she asked how I’d been all these years. I told her calmly that everything was fine. Just as the visit was ending, she suddenly said, “Anya, Mom bought you a house in Seacliff. When you get out in three days, we can start over.” I managed a small smile but didn't…