Second chances 12 min read
Justice Denied: The Fight for Exoneration
The sun was setting, painting the sky a deep orange and casting long shadows on the ground. I walked alone down the deserted street, my footsteps echoing off the empty buildings around me. As I turned the corner, a shiver ran down my spine. A figure stood in front of me, their face obscured by a hood pulled tightly over their head. Before I could even register what was happening, they thrust something into my hand and disappeared into the night.