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Weeks earlier in prison
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Aidan
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“What the f**k?!” I scream, throwing the recorder across the wall, and it shatters to pieces before grabbing the son of a b***h by the collar and slamming him against the wall. “Do you want to see your daughter again?!” I hiss in his face through a clenched jaw, and he trembles, tears gleaming in his eyes. He stutters an apology, telling me it’s the best the doctor can do, and I tell him I don’t give a f**k. “You have better have a voice that I like by the time I’m out of here, or you will be sorry,” I warn him, letting go of him with a shove. He fixes himself, after which telling me it’s time for my treatment, and I tell him to get the f**k out of her
