A Life Behind Bars
For twelve long years, he woke up every morning in the cold of cell B-17. Once, he had tried to fight—writing letters, reaching out to lawyers, begging anyone who would listen to believe in his innocence. But no one did. Slowly, he stopped resisting. He accepted the silence, the walls, and the fate waiting for him.
The only thing that gave him strength was his dog—a German Shepherd he had found as a shivering puppy in an alley. She became his family, his companion, the only soul he trusted. He had no one else left in the world but her.
