MIKA
Wade and I step out of the car, the prison walls towering above us. Wade's posture is stiff beside me as we walk toward the entrance, and we're led through security, the clanking of metal doors echoing throughout the corridors. This is especially hard for him.
The guard leads us to a room, and as soon as we step inside, my gaze is drawn to the man who awaits us. He appears to be Wade's age, perhaps a little rougher around the edges, but there is something sharp about his gaze. He knows exactly why we are here.
The guard tells us how many minutes we have, and we don't waste them. We sit across from him, and Wade clears his throat. "My name is Wade; this is Mika; and this is Miss Fox." Miss Fox is Wade's new attorney. We chose to bring her along so that we would not have to fill her in.
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