Day Fourteen: The First Visit
Isla woke at 5 a.m., nauseous and anxious.
Today she'd see Killian for the first time since he surrendered.
Two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty-six hours since he'd walked through those federal building doors.
It felt like years.
She dressed carefully. Nothing too revealing—prison visits had dress codes. Nothing too expensive—she didn't want to draw attention.
Just simple jeans and a sweater that hid her still-flat stomach.
The baby was eight weeks now. Still tiny. Still a secret she and Killian were keeping until she was further along.
Until they knew everything was okay.
Luca drove her upstate. Three hours to the federal facility where Killian was housed.
Minimum security. White collar criminals. Non-violent offenders.
The best possible scenario for a man serving seven years.
But still prison.
Still a cage.
Still hell.
"You okay?" Luca asked as they pulled into the parking lot.
