CHAPTER 14
LUCA
Luca woke up to the smell of apple pie. For a second, it took him back to the mornings when his mom had still been alive. He didn’t have a lot of memories of her, but he did remember her loving to bake. He kept his eyes shut, not wanting to wake up. It wasn’t the first time his mind played tricks on him. Any second now, he would wake up, only to find himself in a jail cell. The only food he would get would be of the processed kind. His only companions, other convicts. There would be no home-baked apple f*****g pie. Except, this time the scent didn’t fade away. It didn’t turn into the cold, sour smell of his unwashed cellmate. The taste of baked apples and cinnamon lingered under his nose, slowly enticing him to open his eyes.
When he saw the beige and blue wallpaper of h
