Devon
Devon's phone rings. It's Amelia. His heart is in his throat. He's been waiting for her phone call for the entire day. Has she made the right decision? He's about to find out. "Tell me what I want to hear. I've had a long f*****g day. Are you on your way home?"
"I knew you were alive, motherfucker."
Devon nearly drops his phone. He would recognize Aaron's anywhere. Even in hell. He contemplates switching the phone off, but that won't change anything. Aaron has already heard his voice, and if he has Amelia's cellphone, that means he either met her in the streets or he was at the apartment. "When did you get out? I was under the impression that you still had about twenty years to go."
He knows exactly why he's out, which is partly why he wanted Amelia to leave as soon as possible.
