Chapter Two
Cody
We walked quietly through a long series of corridors. The only sounds were the clacking of Uncle Mike’s boots and the squeaks of my sneakers on the waxed floor. After turning through several hallways, the guard finally came to a stop and punched into a keypad on the wall. With a click and hiss the door popped open slightly, and the guard pulled on the door handle. The door opened wide and the guard motioned for us to step inside.
“You have twenty minutes,” he said before slamming it shut.
Two years. It’d been two years since I last saw Dad and now I only had twenty minutes. So why didn’t my feet move?
I stared at the old man sleeping in the dimly lit room. I could hear his ragged breathing over the whirling and beeping of the machines attached to him. With each strain
