Chapter 58

  Atticus POV

  The small cot bends under my weight. I pat myself on the stomach and suck it in. "I probably should lose a few pounds," I mutter to myself. 

  I lie down on the cot, and my legs hang awkwardly off the end. Placing my hands behind my head, I stare up at the ceiling. It is damp and mol...

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