Nate Benjamin stared out of the car window at the streets of Boston. He barely recognized it. The Seaport, with its tall, gleaming buildings, was unfamiliar. After 30 years in prison, it was Benjamin’s first view of the city as a free man.
When he reached his new home, he stepped out of the car and greeted his family. He wrapped his aunt in his arms.
“ Welcome home, baby,” she said, her face pressed into his chest. “Thank you, Lord. It’s so good to see you and hold you like this.”…