Prison

Giovanni

I should feel on top of the mountain, yet something just doesn’t sit right.

My inner voice is screaming at me to get back to Danielle as soon as possible.

I brush it off, straighten my spine and wait patiently as a guard inspects me suspiciously before shouting to his colleague behind another barred door.

An alarm resounds, and I’m let through another barred door, reaching a small fenced room with some tables and chairs.

The warder puffs his chest. “20 minutes, guys. Don’t get too nasty.”

He chuckles as the alarm blares again and he is let out of the room.

I take my seat in one of the plastic chairs and look up as a middle-aged man gets escorted into the room by another guard.

As soon as he has been freed from his handcuffs, he turns at me with a bright smile and I get up to hug him. “Giovanni, how are you doing, my son?”

I nod smiling, looking into the dark eyes she clearly got from him. “I'm fine, Alberto. I should be asking you.”

We take a seat as he gestures to