Sondra
Nico’s quiet on the drive and he won’t say where we’re going. At first I think we’re driving to Chicago, until we eventually pull up at a Federal Correctional Institute in Pekin, Illinois, and I realize we’re visiting his dear old dad.
Nico turns to face me in the vehicle after we park. “I swear to Cristo, I will never ask this of you again. But I want him to meet you. I’m gonna try to get his blessing for our union.”
Nerves flutter in my belly, but I nod.
He nods back and we get out. “I’m on the approved visitor list. I have a contact who should be greased enough to let us both through.” We walk up to the check-in area and I watch Nico make eye contact with a guy who comes hustling forward. There’s a brief interchange, and suddenly we’re at the front of the line, being searched
