while awaiting sentencing.
Hopefully,
the Feds won’t rescind their
offer. I’ll only have to spend
six months in jail. Not so long.
Hopefully,
they will arrest Cesar, put him
away for much longer than that.
I’ll have to testify against him,
but I won’t have to pay him.
Hopefully,
his people will tuck tail, sprint
back across the border. If not,
they shouldn’t be able
to get me in here.
Hopefully
the Department of Corrections
can safeguard me—and those
I love—against La Eme–style
retribution.
Hopefully,
Trey and I will hook up again
after we get out. Hook up and
raise our baby together,
or at least share the parenting.
Hopefully,
he’ll write me. If not, Quade
has promised to. And I believe
him. You’re a complete mess,
he said. So why do I love you?