*Rebecca*
"Johnson. You've got a visitor," the guard outside of my cell grunted.
"Okay," I said, standing to follow her. My mind was reeling though. I wanted it to be Alessandro. I prayed to any god that would listen that it would be him.
"You're with me," she ordered.
I followed the guard out and down a long hallway I didn't recognize. She stopped and handcuffed me before leading me into a room full of banks of phones.
"Stall six," she murmured by my side, clearly unhappy with her job.
I followed the marked stalls down until I found number six and sat down in the plastic folding chair. There was a phone hanging on the wall. The banks were partitioned with reinforced glass, and I could see a strange man in a suit sitting on the other side. I picked up the phone.
He did the same. His
