“Hello, this is a call from Mathew Sterling, an inmate at Stoneridge prison facility. To accept the call press one and to decline press two.”
I pressed the key, sighing with my head killing me where I sat buried under a thousand clothes.
“Hi.” His voice came, not even it helping me in the depression phase I was in.
“Hi.” I said back sure my voice was just saying it all. I had buried my head in a pillow when I got back and cried like nobody’s business and when I was done with that began screaming and kicking. My feet had carried me to the closet where I pulled at everything with such anger, screaming like a crazy person. Poor Emma, the child was scarred for life.
I sighed, a hand going through my hair.
“Can I tell you a joke?” I asked him, closing my eyes and laying bac
