Lucian
We finally pulled up to the prison, and both Mara and I thanked Ambrose. The man grinned like he’d just been let in on a secret worth bragging about for the rest of his life.
My car was already parked out front. Denis stood beside it, arms folded, looking like he’d been pacing.
Mara gave him a small wave. “Hey, Denis.”
She slid into the passenger seat.
“You left in a rush,” Denis said, his brow furrowed. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “Just had to get Mara from the hospital.”
His eyes widened. “Wait... she’s okay, right?”
“She’s more than okay.” I smiled, and it only took him a second to put the pieces together.
“f**k, Lucian. That was fast,” he muttered, then grinned. “Congrats, man.”
“Thanks,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder.
“Keisha and I will come
