The bedsprings groaned as he twisted so that he could look at me below him, his shaggy hair falling free of his face as he did.
“I wish it’d worked.”
I wasn’t surprised it hadn’t.
Bernice had spent almost her entire life trying to get me free, and it was time to stop.
I wanted her to live her life, and I didn’t think she would stop unless I asked her to.
“I asked her to stop,” I said softly.
“You should have,” Bryce murmured. “She’s wasting her life.”
She was.
At twenty-eight, my sister had barely lived her life.
She went through the motions, sure.
But she ate, slept, and breathed trying to get me free.
This was our last-ditch effort.
And even though I knew it wouldn’t work, I’d allowed her to try.
But no more.
I…
“Arquette.”
I looked up to see a guard at the bars staring at me intently. “Yes?”
“You have a visitor,” he grumbled. “Let’s go.”
I went, though it wasn’t like I really got much choice where I was at.
I did what they wanted, when they wanted, or I went into solitary.
Well, I only went into solitary after they beat the piss out of me.
Which somehow made it worse.
“Who is it?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t my sister.
Though, my sister wouldn’t have gotten the pull to visit with me outside of visiting hours.
He didn’t answer, and instead continued to walk with purpose through a maze of hallways.
When we passed the room where we normally met with visitors, my heart started to pound.
This wasn’t right…
“In here.”
I paused, hesitating on the threshold.
I didn’t want to go into that room.
