He had escaped prison, it was true, but he was trapped all the same. The world didn’t need evidence. It had the story it wanted. And Richard Hale, once untouchable, had become the primary antagonist of his own life.
Sleep became impossible. Every creak in the house, every hum of the refrigerator sounded like her voice calling out to him. Sometimes he saw her in danger, at other times, she was leaving him mockingly. He wandered through their home at night, stopping at her side of the bed, at the mirror where she used to get ready. The silence was merciless.