Liam's POV
The weeks following my sentencing blurred together in a haze of pain and humiliation. What had started as isolated incidents of violence had evolved into a pattern of torture. Every day brought new forms of cruelty, new ways for my fellow inmates to remind me of my place in the prison.
I was the man who'd had almost ran over his pregnant wife and also got an innocent woman murdered.
Even though I had tried to stop it. But it doesn't matter. What mattered was perception, and in the eyes of everyone around me, I was something lower than dirt.
The beatings had become routine. Sometimes it was Thompson and his crew, sometimes it was other inmates I didn't even recognize. They would corner me in the showers, in the yard, in the narrow corridors between cell blocks.
Each attack was more vicious than the last, as if they were competing to see who could inflict the most damage.
