The prison smelled like rust, old sweat, and something sour that stuck to your nose even after you left. Allison hated it, hated the way the guards watched her like she was one of them, hated the clang of every door locking behind her. Most of all, she hated that it had come to this.
To the point of willingly going to visit her brother in jail. It made her feel like they'd lost the battle with Mila. And they had accepted their life, leaving almost her whole family behind bars.
She walked through the hallway without looking up, her heels clicking softly against the cold floor. A guard led her into the visitation room. Jaime was already there, sitting behind the scratched glass like a shadow of himself. His eyes lit up the second he saw her, but the rest of his face stayed hard.
"Allison," he said, picking up the phone. "You're finally here." His tone was dry and laid-back.
