Maybe he was wrongfully imprisoned. Maybe he really did kill my brother. Maybe he’s still the love of my life.

When Kash was released from prison, I tried to be angry at the system. I tried to remind myself that being free doesn’t make him innocent. Most of all, I tried not to look at him. Not to see him. But I did. And what I saw was pain, suffering, anger… Innocence. I couldn’t just walk away from that. But perhaps I should have, because when I saw Kash, the whole town saw me. And in a town as small as...

Maybe he was wrongfully imprisoned. Maybe he really did kill my brother. Maybe he’s still the love of my life.

When Kash was released from prison, I tried to be angry at the system. I tried to remind myself that being free doesn’t make him innocent. Most of all, I tried not to look at him. Not to see him. But I did. And what I saw was pain, suffering, anger… Innocence. I couldn’t just walk away from that. But perhaps I should have, because when I saw Kash, the whole town saw me. And in a town as small as this one, the rumor mill spins. And it spins fast. Now, here he is, heart in his hands, offering me his truth. And here I am, unable to understand why his truth feels a lot like yet another tragedy…