Chapter 81

So I set one foot in front of the other,

careful, and then Conlan steps in front of me to lead the way. When

his eyes meet mine I can see the hope in them, the hope I put

there. If Shanley has it, he can come here,I want to say.

There’s no reason he can’t. No reason Marie has to lose this

baby, too.

But then he turns away and I feel

Ellington’s hand on my back, pushing me after him, and the only

thing I’m thinking about right this second is Dylan.

* * * *

Conlan stops at the third door up the

corridor from mine, on the left. There’s a small keypad set into

the wall, and I watch as he punches in a code, 23—that’s as

much as I see before Ellington shoves in front of me, cutting off

my view. “Jeremy, watch it,” he growls as the bars slide apart.

Someone behind me pushes me through the open door.

Empty cells line either side of the

corridor. I force myself to walk naturally, fight against the voice

inside my mind that wants me to run down the corridor and peer into