After returning home, Briana went upstairs to take a nap.
When she woke up, her phone was ringing.
Seeing an unfamiliar number, she answered, "Hello, Briana speaking."
"Hello, Ms. Fabre. This is San Francisco Prison. May I ask if Jarvin Fabre is your father?"
After a moment of silence, Briana replied, "Yes."
"Ms. Fabre, there was a fire in the prison. Several inmates who were attempting to escape couldn't make it out and died on the spot, including Jarvin. According to our policy, we should hand over the cremains to his kin. If you don't claim them, the prison will take care of them."
Hearing this, Briana was momentarily stunned. After a long pause, she managed to say, "He's dead?"
"Yes. If you wish to claim his cremains, please come to San Francisco Prison within three days."
"Oka
