| WOLF RIVER PRISON |
Just a call, within a limited time, each prisoner was granted access to whichever person they wished to speak with. Michael's lips tightened into a thin line, his heart racing as he took the phone from the inmate before him. He wants to eagerly call his wife, to ask her how their son was, what the doctor was saying about their son's health, but rather, his fingers typed in someone else's contact number.
The first ring. The second ring. Then the call was picked.
“ Hello,” the curious voice of a familiar person said over the phone,
“ It's Michael,” he said, darting his eyes and lowering his voice.
“ What's going on? Why are you calling me?” he could hear the anger and panic laced in the person's voice,
“ Relax, you already know why I'm calling,”
“ I don't know wh
