The Saxophonist

Prime The depths of my pain were profound. An abyss so vast that people couldn't comprehend it. Anger was a mere facade. The truth was in the hurt. Cursed, it was to be an emotionally intelligent man. My emotional memory was astute. Often, suffering was experienced on a spiritual level. Often, I felt my ancient hurt as if it had just occurred. Often, I spiraled into the past, reliving my betrayals. Often, that whirlwind caused me to dissociate, jumping timelines into the future. Tasting the diabetic sweetness of revenge.Winter >After ten long years of being wrongfully incarcerated, Prime Hermès has been freed from the shackles of a 25-year sentence on his life. His first stop as he steps beyond the walls of Paramour Correctional Facility is the woman who aided his release. His second stop? The woman who aided his fall from grace.