Vincent
I don’t need to elaborate more. He already knows the prison I am talking about.
I doze off on my way there, only to be woken up once we are there. I keep dozing at every corner. This is just a sign of how tired I am. I haven’t gotten proper sleep in over a month. Even with the help of the nurses, taking care of my son was a lot of work.
I am out of the SUV and walking to the prison gates. The people here already know me. They don’t need to ask who I am visiting.
They lead me into the prison, and they take me to a secluded room where I can freely talk to Dave. Being a first-degree murderer, they are extra protective of him.
I sit and wait. The door opens, and the first sound I hear is the dragging of chains across the floor. I stare up and Dave. His hard gaze changes to a
