CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
After they passed four more cells, they finally reached the one which occupied his kids. The boys were laying on the bed. Mutale was on the top bed while Justine was on the down one. He looked at them, eyes filled with tears. But crying in front of Becky was not a scenario he was going for. So, he brushed his tears away. He sighed, then moved closer to the cell. “Boys,” he said. They both got up at the same time, “father,” they said. “You are alive,” Mutale said and Trevor spotted a teardrop coming out of the boy’s left eye. They both got up and hurried to him. “Listen, I will get you out of this place, ok? Just give me a few hours,” he assured them. “Who is she?” Justine asked. “Wait Maria,” he gasped. “But you are dead. Father, how is this possible?” Mutale asked. “Seriously
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