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Authors: Priscilla Glenn

Coming Home (47 page)

He wished he’d known this beforehand so he could have given her some type of warning. Now, he’d be faced with the task of pushing her away. It didn’t matter that he could immediately follow it up with an explanation of the rules; he was still going to have to endure the initial look of shock and hurt on her face as he denied her affection.

“Did your girl know all this before she came the first time?” Danny asked.

“I don’t remember.”

Danny lay back on his bed, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “This is so fucked up. I’ve been waiting for this.” He dropped his hands and looked at Troy. “But this is gonna suck, isn’t it?”

Troy sighed as he lifted his plate. “It is what it is, brother. You get over it.”

And with that, he walked out of the room.

Danny stared after him before turning his gaze to Troy’s side of the cell. There were four pictures taped to the wall above his bed: one of Troy with a woman who appeared to be his mother, and the other three were of him and his girlfriend. In one of the pictures she was sitting on his lap. In another, they were kissing.

Danny stared at the images, desperate to find a flaw in their relationship, needing to discover even an inkling of discontent—anything that would explain Troy’s indifference just now when he talked about his visits with her. But the people in that picture were unmistakably happy, their affection for each other evident in their eyes.

Maybe Troy’s apathy was just a front, just something he used to keep his true feelings at bay.

Or maybe thirteen months of this shit had managed to turn the people in that photograph into fictional characters—individuals who existed on paper but nowhere else.

Is that how he and Leah were destined to end up? Danny refused to believe he’d ever be capable of indifference when it came to her.

But then again, every last one of his expectations had been refuted since he’d come here, so what the hell did he know anymore?

“The following people have been requested at the visitor’s center,” a voice crackled over the loudspeaker. “Charles Velasquez, Darrel Simpson, Daniel DeLuca, Ray Brenner, Benjamin King, and Sean Foley.”

Danny’s heart came alive in his chest as his stomach churned.

Some small, unquenchable piece of his heart desperately needed to see her. He could feel it trying to fight its way to the surface, like someone submerged under water for far too long, striving for a restorative breath. But the more tenable part of him was terrified beyond belief.

He had no idea what he was going to do once they were in the same room together. What he would say. How he would behave. There were rules now. People were watching. Who were they supposed to be under these new circumstances?

As he approached the door leading to the visitor’s center, he tried to convince himself that once he saw her, everything would make sense. He wouldn’t have to think. This was
Leah
. Everything with her had always been so effortless, even when he was trying to fight it in the beginning.

This day was going to change everything for him. He just needed to have faith and let it happen.

Danny recited that mantra as he approached the inmates’ entrance to the center. The guard at the door was someone he didn’t recognize, but as he got closer, he could read the name
Layne
on his ID tag.

He gave Danny a quick once over before he opened the door and gestured for him to enter first.

On the other side of the door was a small room with an exit that led into the visiting area, and as Danny stepped in, Layne came in behind him.

“Arms out,” he ordered.

Danny lifted his arms, staring straight ahead as Layne patted him down.

Contraband checks were so commonplace around here that Danny often wondered if there was an inmate black market he hadn’t yet become privy to. But they were always conducted before a visit, and once the visit was over, they would check him again, making sure he hadn’t been passed something from the outside that he could bring back into the facility.

“Shoes off,” Layne said as he came to stand in front of Danny.

He dropped his arms to his sides. “You want my shoes off?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it? Is English your second language?”

Danny felt his jaw flex before he reached down to untie his boots.

He’d never had to remove his shoes during a contraband check before. It would be virtually impossible for him to retrieve something from his shoe during a visit without being caught by the guards, which meant Layne was just trying to make this difficult.

As soon as Danny’s boots were off, Layne grabbed them and turned them upside down, giving them a little shake before he inspected the soles.

And then he tossed them on the floor in front of Danny.

“Pick those up.”

Danny inhaled slowly before he squatted down to grab his discarded boots. He slipped them back on and stood, keeping his eyes on the small window of the door in front of him as he waited for Layne to give him clearance.

And then he saw her.

She was standing near the civilian entrance to the visitor’s center, looking beautiful and pristine and perfect, and all at once some dormant part of him resurfaced, making him want to rip the door off the hinges and run to her.

The sight of her did something strange to his body, like the shot of Demerol he’d gotten as a child just before the surgery on his broken leg. He could sense something warm rush through his veins, making him feel heavy and sedated, but oddly enough, it didn’t do a thing to ease his pain; the hurt was still there—he could
feel
it—but it had temporarily lost its power over him.

Danny watched as two guards asked her to empty the clear plastic bag she carried in place of her purse, since opaque bags weren’t allowed inside the facility. She did as she was told, taking a step back and spinning her mother’s bracelet between her fingers. It was a nervous habit of hers that Danny had always found endearing, but today it made him feel like his chest was being crushed.

He watched her chew on her lower lip as she glanced back and forth between them. He watched her run her hands down the sides of her jeans as she inhaled a deep breath. He watched her standing in a windowless room full of felons as two strangers searched through her things.

And he knew she didn’t belong there.

“You’re clear,” Layne said, his eyes on his clipboard as he wrote something. “Keep your hands to yourself or your ass will be thrown back through these doors so fast you won’t even get a chance to say, ‘I’m innocent.’ Is that clear?”

Danny swallowed before he nodded.

“I said,
is that clear
?”

Danny closed his eyes. “Yes.”

Layne dismissed him with a flick of his head.

As Danny reached for the door, he realized his hand was trembling, and he couldn’t be sure if it was nerves or stifled rage that was responsible. With one tiny breath to strengthen his resolve, he pulled the door open.

She was still standing by the entrance with the guards as they placed items back in her bag, and Danny made his way over to one of the smaller tables and sat down. He watched her take her bag back from the guard and nod with a tiny smile before she turned to enter the room.

Her eyes landed on him instantly, and her face broke into a wide grin as she took two quick steps in his direction before she stopped and composed herself. Danny stood, drinking her in as she continued toward him, and when only a few feet of space remained between them, he reached his arms out for her.

She ran the last few steps to him and threw her arms around his neck, and Danny exhaled heavily as he circled his arms around her waist, pulling her against his body.

The smell of her hair enveloped him, making him feel like he was being ripped apart and reconstructed all at once.

She let go of him almost immediately, giving him a quick peck on the mouth before taking two steps backward.

“They told me the rules,” she said, taking another reluctant step away from him, and it felt like his insides were spilling out onto the floor.

He hated every eye in the room that watched them right now. Every guard who sat glued to their interactions like they were watching an episode of reality TV. He hated every motherfucker who refused to let him have this one moment with her.

“Should we…” she asked, gesturing toward the seats, and Danny cleared his throat.

“Yeah,” he managed softly.

They both sat across from each other, and Leah shifted in her seat before she smiled tentatively at him.

God, she was so beautiful.

“So…how are you?” she asked.

Such a simple question.

But as the seconds ticked by, he couldn’t even begin to formulate a response. What was he supposed to say? That he was completely miserable? That he spent the first night here heaving over the toilet after eating the slop at the dining hall? That every day the guards spoke to him with vitriol, and he was expected to take it or suffer the consequences? That he used the bathroom in a room with six toilets separated by plastic dividers without doors, so even his most basic human privacies had been stripped from him? That on his sixth night in this place, he saw another inmate cry and couldn’t decide if he wanted to console him or tell him his weakness was disgusting, because it mirrored his own?

He watched Leah waiting for his answer, and when her smile began to falter, she dropped her eyes and took a small breath. When she looked back up, her face was once again composed.

“How are your classes?” she asked, trying her luck with a different question.

“They’re good,” Danny said. “Keep me occupied in the mornings.”

Her smile broadened now that he seemed to be responding. “I would have taken you for more of a night class kind of guy.”

Danny smiled softly. “No classes offered at night because of all-call.”

“What’s all-call?”

“When we line up so they can make sure we’re all behaving and accounted for, and that no one made a run for it.”

Something flashed behind her eyes before a contrived smile curved her lips, and then she looked down at her lap. After a few seconds, she lifted the sandwich bag that held her ID and her money.

“I’m gonna go get a snack. You want anything?”

Danny shook his head. “I’m okay.”

“Okay,” she said softly as she stood and made her way over to the vending machine on the far wall. Danny watched as she stopped just before it and lowered her head, taking a slow breath before she looked up and began putting money in the machine.

She obviously needed a minute or she wouldn’t have gotten up so soon. In hindsight, he could see how the idea of an all-call might upset her. The thought of him having to line up and be scrutinized was a reminder of his status as a criminal—but there was nothing he could tell her about his life in there that wouldn’t generate the same type of reaction.

The absolute last thing he wanted to do was make her worry about him. He needed to be more thoughtful about what he said. This visit was supposed to be a little pocket of perfect inside a mess of shit, and it would never be that if he wasted their time together by upsetting her.

He needed to be the one asking the questions, and she needed to be the one talking. Stories from home would be safe topics of conversation. Funny stories.
Normal
stories.

Leah walked back to her chair with a bottle of water and a bag of M&M’s. “Want some?” she asked, holding it out.

“Can’t,” Danny said, nodding toward the wall where two guards stood watching.

“Oh, right,” she mumbled, glancing over her shoulder. “Sorry.”

“So, how’s Gram doing?” he asked, and Leah focused all her attention on opening her bag of candy.

“She’s good. Keeping busy, you know.”

Danny stared at her as she avoided eye contact, sifting through the bag before popping a few in her mouth.

Apparently, he wasn’t the only one trying to censor the conversation.

An awkward silence fell over them, and Leah twisted the bag between her fingertips.

“Tell me a story,” he said. “Something good.”

She lifted her eyes. “Something good?”

Danny nodded.

“Um…let’s see. I met Tommy’s new girlfriend the other day.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm-hm.”

“What’s she like?” Danny asked.

This was safe. Pleasant.

“She’s adorable,” Leah said with a smile. “Really nice. And
so
smart. She’s going to school for forensic science. Like one of those CSI people.”

“No shit?”

Leah nodded. “It was so cool talking to her. She’s definitely a keeper. Gram loves her too.”

Something flickered in Danny’s chest. “Gram met her?”

“Yeah. Tommy brought her by one afternoon while I was visiting. We all ended up staying for dinner.”

Danny nodded slowly as he pressed his palms into the tops of his thighs.

The thought of them all sitting at Gram’s together should have made him smile, but the flickering in his chest tightened further until there was no mistaking what it was.

Jealousy.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He had no idea he was capable of such repulsiveness. How selfish was it to resent the people he cared about for living their lives? What would he have preferred to hear? That they were all sitting alone in their living rooms with the curtains drawn, crying into a box of tissues?

“Are you okay?”

No. He wasn’t okay. He was the furthest thing from okay. He was spiraling into something ugly and he didn’t know how to stop, because hearing about home was supposed to be the one thing that helped him.

“Danny?”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he dropped his forehead to his clasped hands.

Tell her
, he thought.
Tell her you just realized you’re so far gone that other people’s happiness makes you angry
.

“Danny…it’s okay,” she said. “Whatever it is, you can talk to me.”

But he didn’t know what he was supposed to say anymore.

He didn’t know how to be this version of himself with her. Trying to figure out the right words to use, what information to leave out of stories. Struggling to hide his reactions to things. She was one of the few people he could always be himself with, and having his guard up around her felt awkward and unnatural and
wrong
.

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