After serving seven full years of my sentence, I stepped through the gates of the prison. My husband and brother showed up to pick me up, but they didn't take me home. They drove me straight up a winding mountain road, then just stood by and let one of the family's long-lost legitimate daughter's enemies plow into our car, shattering my leg. Seven years prior, Fiona, the family's real daughter, had been street racing in the dead of night and crippled the son of a major power player. I took the fall for her and went to prison, where I endured every kind of torment imaginable. But that wasn't the end of the story. That powerful big shot still demanded a leg as payback for his son's injury. So today, I paid that debt for her too. Theo lifted me into his arms and said, "It's all over now. We'll take care of you for the rest of your life." I squeezed out every last ounce of strength I had left to shove down the rage boiling in my chest. The system had told me I'd be able to get out of this mess soon.