LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND

CHAPTER 101

The prison gates opened and Henry Donald stepped out inhaling the fresh air plastering on his face.

The air that he hadn’t felt on his skin, the feeling of freedom.

His bulgy figure seemed to carry the weight of more than just his body, as though every step pressed heavily into the ground beneath him. There was a strange mix of relief and anxiety on his face; relief at the taste of freedom, but anxiety over what awaited him beyond those walls.

His hands fidgeted, and his eyes darted from one corner to another, uneasy and unsure. There was excitement too, deep beneath that was fear, like he was waking up from a long, restless sleep but unsure of how to face the world that had moved on without him.

His wife, his kids how would they view him, his money that was lost and accounts that has been frozen, would he get them back?

As Henry was wondering, his eyes ettled on a sleek black car parked by the other side of the street.

It was looking new as if he was untouched by the dust of