MILLIE'S POV
The prison smelled like disinfectant and despair.
I was here to pay the man they called my father a surprise visit and it wasn’t going to be a pleasant surprise.
Callie sat in the waiting area, her presence a silent comfort. She'd insisted on coming, probably afraid I'd break down or do something I'd regret.
She didn't need to worry. I was past breaking, but she’d have none of that.
The guard led me through a series of locked doors to a small visitation room. Grey walls. Metal table. Two chairs bolted to the floor.
And there he was.
Raphael Harvey. My father.
He looked smaller than I remembered. Thinner. His hair had gone completely grey, and there were new lines carved into his face. The expensive suits were gone, replaced by an orange jumpsuit that hung loosely on hi
