one more line.
If I come to the parole hearing, do you want me there?
Evan sat on the edge of the bunk until the lights dimmed.
Nate watched him from below. “Bad news?”
Evan folded the letter with both hands, careful along the creases. “No,” he said, though his voice did not sound steady. “I think it might be the first good news I’ve been afraid to read…”
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