I Married a Prisoner for Money While He Served a 12-Year Sentence. When His Conviction Was Overturned, He Showed Up at My Apartment With a Black Box and Said, You Deserve to Know the Truth.

He remembered details I’d mentioned weeks earlier.

He wanted to know whether Toby was doing well in school and whether I’d managed to repair our unreliable old car.

Sometimes he made me laugh.

Other times, he simply listened.

His letters were even more thoughtful.

He filled the margins with tiny sketches.

Sometimes he’d draw a lighthouse.