The gates of the prison rolled open, but there was no crowd, no cameras flashing wildly, no chaos—just a sleek black car waiting patiently across the street. The headlines had it wrong. Gerald Moretti wasn't released at 10 a.m. as scheduled. He walked out at 8 a.m. sharp, calm and collected, dressed in a tailored beige suit that looked freshly pressed. Not a single wrinkle told of the years spent behind bars.
Sarah sat behind the wheel, sunglasses perched on her nose, engine running. Britney was seated beside her, scrolling through her phone like it was any other morning errand. The world might've expected a broken man, but what stepped into that car was someone who looked like prison had been a five-star retreat.
The media arrived late—flustered reporters, out-of-breath cameramen, all disappointed. The headlines still roared: "Gerald Moretti Released Early from Prison: A Shocking Turn of Events" but by then, he was already long gone.
