I killed my husband, a town hero, and then called the police and turned myself in. "He's dead as a doornail," I said to the officer and then spit on Harland Jeffers' bloody, dead body.
With my head held high, I allowed myself to be escorted to a squad car outside my house. A house which had been more of a prison than the cell I was headed for.
Cameras flashed.
"Why did you kill Harland?"
Because he needed killing. And I, Montana Ines Parsons-Jeffers did just that.
So begins the rest of what's left of Montana's life. Not that she ever really had one.
Now she's headed for prison. There's no escaping it. It was the ultimate destination in her Flight to Freedom.