The Motivation Behind the Mercy
I eventually asked Thomas why he did it. The answer was a tragedy of its own.
Fifty years ago, Thomas was just like me. He was twenty-two, locked up for a series of “stupid choices.” While he was inside, his wife died in a car accident. Their son was placed in a closed adoption. Because Thomas was a “convict,” the system deemed him unfit. He never saw his son again.
“I’ve spent thirty years trying to be the man I should have been,” Thomas whispered. “I couldn’t let another father lose his child because the system doesn’t believe in second chances.”
The Day the Glass Disappeared
Six months ago, I walked out of those gates. I had served my time, completed every rehabilitation program available, and kept my nose clean for Destiny.
Thomas was there. He wasn’t alone. Half of his motorcycle club—men who had become Destiny’s “uncles”—were lined up in their leathers, looking like a wall of protection.
