C11 Xanth

“Morning, Xanth,” one of the newbie guards calls out.

Don’t recall his name and don’t care to learn it. He’s too green and this place is going to eat him up.

I push past him to enter the prison, checking in with my card swipe. The box of chocolates is tucked under my arm and I feel like it’s burning a hole through me because I want to give it to Shaye and see the delight on her face