Chapter 1: Freedom's Bitter Taste "Evelyn, try to make something of yourself out there." The correctional officer's voice was flat as he swung the heavy gate open. Evelyn Carter barely nodded. Three agonizing years. She'd survived when she wasn't sure she wanted to. Cold rain needled her skin as she stepped beyond the prison walls. The wind sliced through her thin clothes, and she wrapped her arms around herself, trembling. Then tires hissed against wet pavement. A black Porsche 911 glided to a
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Chapter 1: Freedom's Bitter Taste "Evelyn, try to make something of yourself out there." The correctional officer's voice was flat as he swung the heavy gate open. Evelyn Carter barely nodded. Three agonizing years. She'd survived when she wasn't sure she wanted to. Cold rain needled her skin as she stepped beyond the prison walls. The wind sliced through her thin clothes, and she wrapped her arms around herself, trembling. Then tires hissed against wet pavement. A black Porsche 911 glided to a
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