The Prison Bully Poured Coffee on the Quiet New Inmate! He Didn’t Know Who He Was Testing…

door, arms folded, watching both  men.

Devin stared at the ceiling. “Don’t tell me I did good.”

Evan pulled the chair closer. “I wasn’t going to.”

“That’s what everybody wants to say, right? You didn’t fight back. You kept control. You asked for help.” Devin’s voice cracked, and he hated that more than the bruises. “So why do I feel like they took something?continue reading …