Ruby Danvers’s life had been filled with mistakes, but she couldn’t get herself out of this one. Flashes of the red orange glow of the fire, and screams filled her ears as she lay in the fetal position. She didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did. She couldn’t turn back time, and she knew it. A girl was dead, and it was all her fault. They said she’d get twenty years, but she knew that she deserved so much more. A strangled cry left her lips as she relived that day over and over, the scene blurring together like watercolor paint. The prison had put her in therapy, but she was too numb to speed. Ruby had shut down, the voices buzzing like tv static. Tears streamed down her face, and she fell into an uneasy sleep.