125. Miller in cell

Chapter One hundred and Twenty Five; Miller in cell

From MTD, Joyce did not go home directly, she went there to meet her husband directly.

Joyce walked through the heavy metal doors of the prison, her heart pounding with every step. The place smelled of damp concrete and despair, the echoes of distant voices bouncing off the walls.

She was here to visit her husband, Miller, who had been locked away for the crimes he had committed.

She never imagined she'd see him in a place like this—a man who once had everything but now reduced to a mere number in the prison system.

She was led to the visitor's area, where a thick pane of glass separated the inmates from their visitors.

The guard gestured for her to sit and wait, and after a few tense minutes, Miller was brought in.

He looked disheveled, his usual clean-cut appearance replaced by a shadow of stubble and dark circles under his eyes.

His once confident stride was now a shuffle, and the bitterness etched on his face was palpable.