Before Division, there was a woman at a halfway house. “This is a safe place,” she used to say. And I remember, hearing that meant so much to me. And then, one day, she left town. No goodbye. No nothing. I fell to pieces. Off the wagon and landed in prison. All I remember thinking was that she never came to visit me on death row, not once. And I remember feeling like I would never forgive her for that. And I thought there has to be a reason why she did what she did. And whatever that reason was, I think it was supposed to help me. You can stay here. This is a safe place.
Nikita (September 9, 2010 - December 27, 2013)