SADIE

Since I heard the news weeks ago that my father—the man I thought he was, pleaded guilty on all charges, it kept me awake at night. How wouldn’t I miss when his face was all over the news? And I felt like we had an unfinished business. And I needed that closure.

I had never felt this twist in the pit of my stomach as I sat on the visiting lounge. Even if guards and a glass wall were separating us, I still felt unsafe.

When he walked in, goosebumps erupted all over my skin.

Our eyes met.

He smiled.

Hanslo Greer was still the man I once knew,...