WENT-WORTH CORRECTIONAL PRISON ~ NEW YORK Amelia lay on the thin mattress in her prison cell, staring at the cracked ceiling. The lights had gone out hours ago. The only sounds were distant echoes of doors clanging and someone coughing down the hall. Her body felt heavy from another long day. She closed her eyes, hoping sleep would come fast.Soon, the hard bed seemed softer. The air felt warmer. She heard footsteps outside her cell, then the door opened with a soft click instead of the usual loud bang. A tall man stepped inside. Miguel. He wore a simple dark shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and jeans that looked well-worn. His dark eyes caught the faint light from the hallway and softened when they landed on her.“Amelia,” he said quietly, his voice deep and warm like “I couldn’t stay away any longer.”She sat up slowly, her heart beating faster. “Miguel? How did you get in here? They don’t let anyone—”He crossed the small space in two steps and knelt beside her bed. Hi
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