*Leo*
The waiting room in the prison wasn’t like the rest of the place. It was quieter, polished, a far cry from the cold steel and concrete that made up the rest of the facility.
This was the kind of space reserved for those with enough power and money to arrange a meeting in comfort. It made sense that the Valentinos had access to it.
I sat in the chair, waiting, hands folded in front of me.
The room smelled of disinfectant and cheap coffee, a combination that did nothing to calm my nerves.
I told myself I wasn’t nervous, but my fingers tapped a slow rhythm against the table anyway.
A lot had happened and I hadn’t had a chance to check in with my sister until now. My sister… that still felt strange even to think it.
The guards brought Maria in a few minutes later.
Her wrists were still bound in cuffs as she stepped inside, but she held herself like she wasn’t restrained at all.
That was Maria, she never let the weight of her situation show.
