Bill Richards

I grew up in a miserable household. My mother was abusive, bitter, made it clear from an early age that I wasn't wanted. Eventually, she kicked me out, leaving me to fend for myself. I learned quickly that nobody was going to help me unless I made something of myself. So I did. I buried myself in school, worked harder than everyone around me, eventually built a stable life. Along the way, I met Kathy, my high school sweetheart. She was kind, patient. We married young, and she became the picture of a quiet housewife while I pursued my career. I trained to become a Correctional Officer & eventually secured a long-term position at a state prison. For nearly a decade, I've worked in the women's block, overseeing inmates, keeping order, learning exactly how desperate people can become when they