ISAAC’S POV
The drive back from the prison was quiet.
Dead quiet…
Judy sat beside me in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed outside the window, watching the city blur past her. Neither of us spoke.
We were both thinking..thinking about what we saw there.
Her grave… Mira was dead..but was she?
“She’s dead,” Judy said finally, breaking the silence.
Her voice was calm and certain.
I didn’t respond immediately.
The image of the grave lingered in my mind.
The headstone with her name on it… the records showing she’s dead.
But it didn’t just sit right with me.
Why dead? Why now…?
From my intels, she had been alive and surviving for ten years in there..so why is she dead just three months before we visited?
“I saw it,” Judy continued, as if convincing herself more than me. “We saw i
