When the cops stormed into the crack house, Danielle Smith-Berry was hiding in a closet, heart beating hard. If they found her, she’d go to prison, because there were warrants for her arrest, left from the times she flunked probation for using drugs.
“But something in me was tired. … I was dirty and I didn’t want that life no more,” she said. “I was in the closet, and I came out.”