Delilah’s eyes widened in shock, “You were falsely accused of manslaughter?” James nodded, his face a mask of pain. “Yes. I spent months in jail awaiting trial, trying to prove my innocence. But the evidence was stacked against me. No matter how much I insisted on my innocence, it didn’t seem to matter.”
James took a deep breath, the weight of his past bearing down on him. “Since I had been involved with the wrong crowd and had multiple petty charges against my name, the judge decided not to be lenient. I was sentenced to 30 years in prison.”