For several seconds, no one moved.
Gavin stared at Mitchell.
“What does that mean?”
Mitchell stepped closer.
“It means you are not dying today.”
Gavin’s knees gave way.
An officer caught him before he hit the floor.
He covered his face with both hands and wept.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
He wept like a man who had been holding his breath for five years and had finally been allowed to breathe again.
In the waiting area outside the prison, Chloe sat beside her grandmother.
When Elena entered and nodded, Chloe closed her eyes.
“I told him they would listen,” she whispered.
