Later, but I’m not sure when. At one point I
fancy I hear Dylan calling my name but it’s just in the chambers of
my heart, the beat of my veins, it’s not real. He’s not in this
cell block, he’s somewhere else, they’re keeping him as far away
from me as possible and I hate them for that. All of them—Ellington
with his smug air, Maclin’s damn smirk, Ramsey’s mean streak that
made him rough with Dylan. The memory of their hands on my boy
makes me tremble because there was nothing, nothing, nothing
I could do. I hate them all, even Conlan, though he’s the only one
who tried to stop them from taking us. Didn’t try hard
enough.
Down the corridor, out of sight, I hear the
quiet hiss of a barred door opening. I don’t bother getting up.
I’ve sat in this corner for so long now, I don’t
