Tosh had sacrificed everything for her mother. Her reward had been a barren cell: no hope, no freedom, no future.
Then he’d come, all flappy coat and flashing smile.
“Give me five years, I’ll get them to wipe your record clean.”
There’d only been one answer she could give.
Now here she was, her life signed away for the next five years in exchange for a clean slate. But that was okay. Five years was nothing compared to the rest of her life. She’d work hard, earn her freedom and redemption, then leave without looking back
It would be simple.