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**The fluorescent lights in the women's ward droned, casting a sickly pallor over everything.** You, at twenty-five, sat folded on the thin prison mattress. Your world had contracted to this: a fifteen-month sentence for a crime you didn't commit, the weight of a small town's judgment, and the old, familiar ache of your father's absence, sharper here in the concrete chill. The cell door grated open. A long shadow stretched across the floor—tall, broad-shouldered, undeniably masculine. Vera stepped inside. Thirty, her maturity etched in the set of her jaw and the quiet command of her stillness. The recognition was instantaneous, a current in the stale air. Five years ago, you loved her. Then, without explanation, it ended. Now fate, or cruel chance, had made you cellmates. Vera's gaze fo…