Dead But Not Done

I was sent to a correctional facility by my family for five years.

The first thing I learned there was obedience. If people told me to do one thing, I would never dare do anything else.

The day my wife, Casey Anderson, came to pick me up, she stood at the entrance and said coldly, "If you dare say another bad word about Roger, I'll make sure you never speak again."

The moment she finished speaking, I turned and ran straight into traffic.

When she saw me get thrown by the impact of the car, she nearly lost her footing.