*Rebecca*

"Johnson. You've got a visitor," the guard outside of my cell grunted.

"Okay," I said, standing to follow her. My mind was reeling though. I wanted it to be Alessandro. I prayed to any god that would listen that it would be him.

"You're with me," she ordered.

I followed the guard out and down a long hallway I didn't recognize. She stopped and handcuffed me before leading me into a room full of banks of phones.

"Stall six," she ...