Chapter 17 - The Cell in the Dark
The subterranean corridor was cold, damp, and lit only by flickering red emergency strip lights along the floor.
David moved past empty concrete cells until he reached Cell 408 at the very end of the hallway.
He peered through the reinforced glass window, seeing a thin man with long white hair and a thick beard sitting on a cot.
The man was wearing a faded grey jumpsuit, his hands calloused, staring blankly at a small framed photograph on his metal table.
David's eyes widened as he recognized the photograph: it was a picture of five-year-old Tommy and baby Maya.
"Richard..." David called out in a strained, emotional whisper through the intercom grill.
The old man froze, his head snapping toward the window with wide, disbelieving blue eyes that matched Tommy's exactly.
"David...?" Richard gasped, his voice raspy from years of disuse as he staggered toward the heavy door.
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"Is that really you, David?!" Richard wept, pressing his thin hands against the reinforced glass.
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