I've written and rewritten this review five times now, and I'm weighed down with all the emotions this book brought to the surface. My reaction to this book is so visceral that it seems to have shut off my ability for speech. "Upsetting" is too weak of a word to describe this book, but I can't think of another one. Is there a word to describe the feeling when someone just tortured you with the truth for weeks and then set you free out into the world carrying all your broken pieces? I don't know. I wish I could say that I was shocked by Walter's tale of spending years in prison for a crime he didn't commit, but I'm not. These systems that are supposed to protect us, to educate us, to heal us - they are failing us. I find some comfort in knowing for all the injustices, there are people out there to fight them. But I think I'm more angry that this fight has been going on for so long, and there does not appear to be an end in sight.