Prisoner 168 was silent.
“We’re here.” She stared at the floor. “Hey.”
She met his gaze; her eyes were swollen, red. “Reilynn.”
“What?” Her face hurt - the tear stains, her eyes; wounded and empty, yet alive. His heart broke - absolutely shattered itself.
“That’s my name. Reilynn.” Her face was cold as he cupped it, her hands shaking. He nodded.
They entered the building in silence.
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