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What should have been me at her trial as the leading witness was instead her at my trial, and twelve jurors convicted me of the crime she committed. Then, during the sentencing phase, she stood up in the back and yelled that I was innocent. The judge had her removed for disturbing the peace and threw the book at me. The media swarmed her on the courthouse steps and she was gonna confess, if I am to believe her, but her lawyer grabbed the mic, told them she forgot to take her meds and led her off by the arm. I learned to adjust to life in the pen but the food here is godawful and cannot be adjusted to. I’ve met my share of killers and they aren’t all bad. It bothers me they think I’m lying when I say I’m innocent. I would not read her letters at first but I collected them and stacked them neatly in chronological order in my cell. One day I got so bored I opened one and get hooked just like I had when we first met on Hinged. I cannot recommend online dating — for obvious reasons — but I have to admit she’s an excellent writer. Now she comes to visit every chance she gets. She finally got in touch with her biologicals and says she found peace, if I am to believe her. We both knew the abandonment thing was the lynchpin and why the wheels came off. They promised her it was poverty and circumstance not a lack of loving that decided them on putting her in the orphanage. I am happy for her and the rest of the dating pool out there for she is no longer preoccupied with violent fantasies. I’m pretty sure I believe her because why wouldn’t I? She has nothing to gain by deception with inmate number – I forget what. There are so many of us the combinations are longer than license plates and secure passwords. I guess it was bad timing for me. Fantasy became reality and I got pinned for it. She has publicly melted down several times in the visiting area. I believe she truly regrets it. Sometimes I am reluctant to see her but then I tell myself, hey, beggars can’t be choosers. Turns out she does have a conscience and there is love in hell. My lawyer looks at me like I’m crazy when I say I might not appeal because what good would come of us switching places? I would just be waiting on her to get out not clearly knowing whether she would want to be with me by then. No. I won’t disturb that lynchpin. Most of my people deserted me after I was convicted and she’s got next to no one. It’s hard out there. Fuck it. Against her wishes I told my lawyer I will serve the time out. Fortify the lynchpin with loyalty to make it solid as osmium steel. Then we can get away from here, she and I, move to Alaska and breed Malamutes. That’s the dream. She’s a forlorn pretty thing, beat up by circumstance, so we have something in common.