The day she got out of prison, Lee Ann Winters visited her parole officer?as required.
The officer didn’t even raise his eyes to look at her as he indifferently worked on her paperwork in his wrinkled shirt spattered with stains from the Chinese food he had eaten for lunch. Had he looked, he would have seen more than just a graying woman in her fifties who looked much older after years of harsh living on the streets. As far as he was concerned, all he needed to know about her was on the paper before him—Lee Ann Winters was just like any other addict who couldn’t hold a job, keep her kids or stay away from her drug of choice?meth. He felt he didn’t even have to look at her face to predict her future. How wrong he was.