Convict

Life had always been about right and wrong.

No gray area. No exceptions.

But my time with the bastard sons of the Institution were slowly changing my mind-forcing me to see that sometimes the only options available to someone were bad and worse.

Their justice was different than mine and I struggled with it.

Except now, they were gone. Every day I'd fought to leave them, to go home. But...I wanted them back. What did that say about me?

I was too afraid to look in the mirror.

What if I do get back ...