The Woman Is Mine

She was young, she was lovely, she was rich. And she was shut away in the great white building with wrought-iron bars around it, where they were systematically draining her of sanity.I was in love with her. I'm Jeffrey Patterson and I met her one especially lovely night in Florida when I stopped her from drowning herself.They took her away from me again, drugged and quiet, back to that gleaming, expensive prison, but I followed, because I believed in her.Then they framed me for murder.