Chapter 115

  Cellblock D, 11:47 p.m.

  The fluorescent buzz never stops. It's the soundtrack of this place—constant, like a headache you can't shake. I'm sitting on the edge of my bunk, elbows on knees, staring at the concrete between my boots when the shadow falls across the bars.

  Officer Reyes.

  He doesn'...

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